Not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour--and in the oddest places--for the lack of it.
Not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour--and in the oddest places--for the lack of it.
Beyond talent lie all the usual words discipline, love, luck -- but, most of all, endurance.
The Negro past of rope, fire, torture, castration, infanticide, rape death and humiliation fear by day and night, fear as deep as the marrow of the bone doubt that he was worthy of life, since everyone around him denied it sorrow for his women, for his kinfolk, for his children, who needed his protection, and whom he could not protect rage, hatred and murder, hatred for white men so deep that it often turned against him and his own, and made all love, all trust, all joy impossible.
If the word integration means anything, this is what it means that we, with love, shall force our brothers to see themselves as they are, to cease fleeing from reality and begin to change it.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories