I Had Felt For A Long Time,

Nothing In The Golden Rule Says That Others Will Treat Us As We Have Treated Them. It Only Says That We Must Treat Others In A Way That We Would Want To Be Treated.

When That White Driver Stepped Back Toward Us, When He Waved His Hand And Ordered Us Up And Out Of Our Seats, I Felt A Determination Cover My Body Like A Quilt On A Winter Night.

There Were Times When It Would Have Been Easy To Fall Apart Or To Go In The Opposite Direction, But Somehow I Felt That If I Took On More Step, Someone Would Come Along To Join Me.

I Do The Very Best I Can To Look Upon Life With Optimism And Hope And Looking Forward To A Better Day, But I Don't Think There Is Anything Such As Complete Happiness. It Pains Me That There Is Still A Lot Of Klan Activity And Racism. I Think When You Say You're Happy, You Have Everything That You Need And Everything That You Want, And Nothing More To Wish For. I Haven't Reached That Stage Yet.

As Long As There Is Unemployment, War, Crime And All Things That Go To The Infliction Of Man's Inhumanity To Man, Regardless - There Is Much To Be Done, And People Need To Work Together.