Our Language Is The Reflection Of Ourselves.

I Would Not Take One Cup Of Coffee From A Grower...there's Not A Good One. I Hate Them. A Few Presents, A Little Talk, Then The Noose. That's How Capitalism Works.

I Remember With Strong Feelings The Families Who Joined Our Movement And Paid Dues Long Before There Was Any Hope Of Winning Contracts. Sometimes, Fathers And Mothers Would Take Money Out Of Their Meager Food Budgets Just Because They Believed That Farm Workers Could And Must Build Their Own Union. I Remember Thinking Then That With Spirit Like That... We Had To Win. No Force On Earth Could Stop Us.

Because We Have Suffered, And We Are Not Afraid To Suffer In Order To Survive, We Are Ready To Give Up Everything - Even Our Lives - In Our Struggle For Justice.

We Are Certain God's Will Is That All Men Share In The Good Things This Earth Produces.

Imagine The National Guard Being Called Against A Group Of Peaceful People. How Far Can We Get; How Disgraceful Can It Become? It's The Most Disgraceful, The Most Wicked Thing I've Seen In All My Years Of Organizing Farm Labor.