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I Had A Fantasy As A Child That I Might Be A Writer Someday. I Always Thought That Meant You Went To New York Or Paris. But After That Intense Summer, I Never Thought That I Wanted To Live Any Place But Chicago. It Also Made Me See What The Stakes Were In The Civil Rights Movement. And It Made Me See What Real Hatred Was Like And The Forms That It Took. But It Also Made Me Understand How Powerless Ordinary People Feel In Their Lives.

You Have To Be A Ruthless Editor Of Your Own Prose. Over The Years, I've Learned That The Best Way To Incorporate Research Into The Narrative Is To Turn It Into Action.

While We Were Walking Around, We Came To The Catholic Church, And We Saw That Some People Had Set Fire To Carpets And Banked Them Around The Rectory, Which Was Made Out Of Wood. They Knew Every Fire Truck On The South Side Was Going To Be In The Park, That The Rectory Would Just Burn To The Ground. Our One Little Act Was Putting Out That Fire.

When I Tell People I Was In The St. Justin Martyr Parish, If They Are Native Chicagoans They Know Exactly Where I Was And What That Was Like. The Sunday Before This Particular March, The Archbishop Of Chicago, Cardinal Cody, Had Required All Of His Pastors To Read A Letter In Support Of Open Housing And Economic Justice In Every Parish In The City.

If I Were Elected President, The First Thing I Would Do Would Be To Set Up A Department Of Restoring The Bill Of Rights. I Would Have 10,000 People Working There.