I Hear The Mournful Wail Of Millions!

Right Is Of No Sex-truth Is Of No Color-god Is The Father Of Us All, And We Are All Brethren.

If We Ever Get Free From All The Oppressions And Wrongs Heaped Upon Us, We Must Pay For Their Removal. We Must Do This By Labor, By Suffering, By Sacrifice, And, If Needs Be, By Our Lives, And The Lives Of Others.

At A Time Like This, Scorching Irony, Not Convincing Argument, Is Needed.

It Is Not Light That We Need, But Fire; It Is Not The Gentle Shower, But Thunder. We Need The Storm, The Whirlwind, And The Earthquake.

Interpreted As It Ought To Be Interpreted, The Constitution Is A Glorious Liberty Document. Read Its Preamble, Consider Its Purposes. Is Slavery Among Them? Is It At The Gateway? Or Is It In The Temple? It Is Neither.