I Will Tell The Truth Wherever I

I Was Born In Revolution.

Little Girls And Boys, Barefooted, Walked Up And Down Between The Endless Rows Of Spindles, Reaching Thin Little Hands Into The Machinery To Repair Snapped Threads

I Know That There Are No Limits To Which The Powers Of Privilege Will Not Go To Keep The Workers In Slavery

Reformation, Like Education, Is A Journey, Not A Destination

I Am Not Blind To The Shortcomings Of Our Own People.