We Must Complain. Yes, Plain, Blunt Complaint,

Cannot The Nation That Has Absorbed Ten Million Foreigners Into Its Political Life Without Catastrophe Absorb Ten Million Negro Americans Into That Same Political Life At Less Cost Than Their Unjust And Illegal Exclusion Will Involve?

The Chief Problem In Any Community Cursed With Crime Is Not The Punishment Of The Criminals, But The Preventing Of The Young From Being Trained To Crime.

We Black Men Seem The Sole Oasis Of Simple Faith And Reverence In A Dusty Desert Of Dollars And Smartness.

And Yet Not A Dream, But A Mighty Reality- A Glimpse Of The Higher Life, The Broader Possibilities Of Humanity, Which Is Granted To The Man Who, Amid The Rush And Roar Of Living, Pauses Four Short Years To Learn What Living Means

Lord Of The Springtime, Father Of Flower, Field And Fruit, Smile On Us In These Earnest Days When The Work Is Heavy And The Toil Wearisome; Lift Up Our Hearts, O God, To The Things Worthwhile-sunshine And Night, The Dripping Rain, The Song Of The Birds, Books And Music, And The Voices Of Our Friends. Lift Up Our Hearts To These This Night And Grant Us Thy Peace. Amen.