I Prefer To Be True To Myself,

Truth Is Proper And Beautiful In All Times And In All Places.

Slaves Sing Most When They Are Most Unhappy. The Songs Of The Slave Represent The Sorrows Of His Heart; And He Is Relieved By Them, Only As An Aching Heart Is Relieved By Its Tears.

The Sunlight That Has Brought Life And Healing To You Has Brought Stripes And Death To Me. This Fourth Of July Is Yours, Not Mine.

The Day Dawns; The Morning Star Is Bright Upon The Horizon! The Iron Gate Of Our Prison Stands Half Open. One Gallant Rush From The North Will Fling It Wide Open, While Four Millions Of Our Brothers And Sisters Shall March Out Into Liberty. The Chance Is Now Given You To End In A Day The Bondage Of Centuries, And To Rise In One Bound From Social Degradation To The Place Of Common Equality With All Other Varieties Of Men.

I Expose Slavery In This Country, Because To Expose It Is To Kill It. Slavery Is One Of Those Monsters Of Darkness To Whom The Light Of Truth Is Death.