These negroes aren't asking for no nation. They wanna crawl back on the plantation.

Four hundred years the white man has had his foot-long knife in the black man's back--and now the white man starts to wiggle the knife out, maybe six inches! The black man's supposed to be grateful? Why, if the white man jerked the knife out, it's still going to leave a scar!

I'm for truth, no matter who tells it. I'm for justice, no matter who is for or against it.

Nobody can give you freedom. Nobody can give you equality or justice or anything. If you really want it, you take it.

Where the really sincere white people have got to do their "proving" of themselves is not among the black victims, but out on the battle lines of where America's racism really is—and that's in their own home communities; America's racism is among their own fellow whites. That's where the sincere whites who really mean to accomplish something have got to work. Aside

A thousand ways every day, the white man is telling you You can't live here, you can't enter here, you can't eat here, drink here, walk here, work here, you can't ride here, you can't play here, you can't study here. Haven't we seen enough to see that he has no plan to *unite* with you?

Sometimes, I have a dared dream to myself that one day, history may even say that my voice--which disturbed the white man's smugness, and his arrogance, and his complacency--that my voice helped to save America from a grave, possibly even a fatal catastrophe.

If you are born in America with a black skin, you're in prison

I'm for truth, no matter who tells it. I'm for justice, no matter who it is for or against.

Shorty felt about the war the same way I and most ghetto Negroes did: Whitey owns everything. He wants us to go and bleed for him? Let him fight.

The well-meaning white people, I said, had to combat, actively and directly, the racism in other white people. And

If you're afraid of black nationalism, you're afraid of revolution. And if you love revolution, you love black nationalism.