Fill our hearts with love, but not with peace. Not yet. It is too soon for peace. Fill them rather with a tempest, with a storm of love for Man and a tempest of love for Freedom.
Some of us stayed home. Some of us, and I don’t exclude myself, stayed home. Some of us, love peace more than Freedom. Some of you whites would give the African his freedom, but not give him the gun with which to take it.
Not about violence, which was the false issue, for that was never the question, slavery itself being the very perfection of violence…
A black man’s freedom in a white man’s world didn’t amount to much.
Still landless, these ruffians were still gathering land for the landed!