You Don't Have To Like Everybody, But

I Guess If I'd Had Any Sense, I'd Have Been A Little Scared [to Register To Vote] - But What Was The Point Of Being Scared? The Only Thing They Could Do Was Kill Me, And It Kinda Seemed Like They'd Been Trying To Do That A Little Bit At A Time Since I Could Remember.

You Know I'm Not Hung Up On This Liberating Myself From The "black" Man - I'm Not Going To Try That Thing.

I Remember, And I Will Never Forget, One Day - I Was Six Years Old And I Was Playing Beside The Road And This Plantation Owner Drove Up To Me And Stopped And Asked Me "could I Pick Some Cotton." I Told Him I Didn't Know And He Said, "yes, You Can. I Will Give You Things That You Want From The Commissary Store," And He Named A Huge List That He Called Off. I Picked The 30 Pounds Of Cotton That Week, But I Found Out What Actually Happened Was He Was Trapping Me Into Beginning The Work I Was To Keep Doing And I Never Did Get Out Of His Debt Again.

We Serve God By Serving Our Fellow Man; Kids Are Suffering From Malnutrition. People Are Going To The Fields Hungry. If You Are A Christian, We Are Tired Of Being Mistreated.

One Of The Things I Remember As A Child: There Was A Man Named Joe Pulliam. He Was A Great Christian Man; But One Time, He Was Living With A White Family And This White Family Robbed Him Of What He Earned. They Didn't Pay Him Anything. This White Man Gave Him $150 To Go To The Hill, (you See, I Lived In The Black Belt Of Mississippi)... To Get Another Negro Family. Joe Pulliam Knew What This White Man Had Been Doing To Him So He Kept The $150 And Didn't Go.