When fear rushed in, I learned how to hear my heart racing but refused to allow my feelings to sway me. That resilience came from my family. It flowed through our bloodline.

During the bus boycott, I was tested by fire, and I came to understand that I was not a breakable crystal figurine.

Revenge and retaliation always perpetuate the cycle of anger, fear and violence.

The greatness of a community is most accurately measured by the compassionate actions of its members, a heart of grace and a soul generated by love.

On Thanksgiving Night, 1942, when I was fifteen years old, white racists burned our house to the ground.

Something is wrong that we have to feed so many. Why should there be poverty with all of our science and technology? There is no deficit in human resources - it is a deficit in human will.