You've Got To Bend With The Wind

We Looked At Each Other, And I Could See In Those Big Reddened Eyes That He Was Not Going To Scream. He Was Full Of Anger - And Who Could Blame Him? - But He Was No Fool. He Needed Me, And He Wanted Me Here, If Only To Insult Me.

The Sharecropper May Lower His Eyes, But Not Because He's Less Of A Man. That's Just A Condition Of Society That Such Things Exist.

How Do People Come Up With A Date And A Time To Take Life From Another Man? Who Made Them God?

I Have No More To Say Except This: We Must Live With Our Own Conscience.

I Had To See And Feel And Be With The Thing That I Wanted To Write About.