Very few men imprisoned for economic crimes or even crimes of passion against the oppressor feel that they are really guilty.

Most of today's black convicts have come to understand that they are the most abused victims of an unrighteous order.

Up until now, the prospect of parole has kept us from confronting our captors with any real determination

The savage repression of blacks, which can be estimated by reading the obituary columns of the nation's dailies, Fred Hampton, etc., has not failed to register on the black inmates.

Patience has its limits. Take it too far, and it's cowardice.

They will never count me among the broken men.

I met Marx, Lenin, Trotsky, Engels and Mao when I entered prison and they redeemed me.

What the Super Bowl did for us was give us a sense of urgency.

I'm always telling the brothers some of those whites are willing to work with us against the pigs. All they got to do is stop talking honky. When the races start fighting, all you have is one maniac group against another.

Settle your quarrels, come together, understand the reality of our situation, understand that fascism is already here, that people are already dying who could be saved, that generations more will live poor butchered half-lives if you fail to act. Do what must be done, discover your humanity and your love in revolution.

We must prove our predictions about the future with action.

But now with the living conditions deteriorating, and with the sure knowledge that we are slated for destruction, we have been transformed into an implacable army of liberation