The Ballot Is The Only Safety.

What I Ask For The Negro Is Not Benevolence, Not Pity, Not Sympathy, But Simply Justice.

Men Of Color, To Arms! The Case Is Before You. This Is Our Golden Opportunity. Let Us Accept It, And Forever Wipe Out The Dark Reproaches Unsparingly Hurled Against Us By Our Enemies. Let Us Win For Ourselves The Gratitude Of Our Country, And The Best Blessings Of Our Posterity Through All Time.

You Are Not Judged By The Height You Have Risen, But From The Depth You Have Climbed.

For Of All Slaveholders With Whom I Have Ever Met, Religious Slaveholders Are The Worst. I Have Ever Found Them The Meanest And Basest, The Most Cruel And Cowardly, Of All Others.

I Am Not Included Within The Pale Of This Glorious Anniversary! Your High Independence Only Reveals The Immeasurable Distance Between Us. The Blessings In Which You, This Day, Rejoice, Are Not Enjoyed In Common. The Rich Inheritance Of Justice, Liberty, Prosperity And Independence, Bequeathed By Your Fathers, Is Shared By You, Not By Me. The Sunlight That Brought Life And Healing To You, Has Brought Stripes And Death To Me. This Fourth July Is Yours, Not Mine.