I am not of this place. I am a foreigner. Of a lost tribe. constantly tormented by the fact they call me by my oppressors name. It is my burden, I must bear everyday, with great sorrow, that my privilege comes from my own oppression, me as an individual and me as a collective, both literally and figuratively.
We think we are divided because we are different, but we are divided mostly because someone told us that we should be.
…let it no longer be a debatable question whether it is better to choose Liberty or death…Brethren, arise, arise! Strike for your lives and liberties. You cannot be more oppressed than you have been — you cannot suffer greater cruelties than you have already…Rather die freemen than live to be slaves.
Power to the people who don’t fear freedom.
The security branch had made me the soldier at heart I am today. There is no way that you could talk any language of peace to vicious men who treated defenseless women and children in that manner. I realized then that…there was no other way [except] to defend our honor…to stop turning the biblical other cheek. The white man had hit us for too long.