The Battles That Count Aren't The Ones

I Fought, I Fought Harder . . . But One Cell At A Time, Panic Crept Into My Body, Taking Me Over.

When I Came Back, After All Those Stories About Hitler And His Snub, I Came Back To My Native Country, And I Could Not Ride In The Front Of The Bus. I Had To Go To The Back Door. I Couldn't Live Where I Wanted. Now What's The Difference?

Hitler Didn't Snub Me - It Was Our President Who Snubbed Me. The President Didn't Even Send Me A Telegram.

We Used To Have A Lot Of Fun. We Never Had Any Problems. We Always Ate. The Fact That We Didn't Have Steak? Who Had Steak?

Every Morning, Just Like In Alabama, I Got Up With The Sun, Ate My Breakfast Even Before My Mother And Sisters And Brothers, And Went To School, Winter, Spring, And Fall Alike To Run And Jump And Bend My Body This Way And That For Mr. Charles Riley.