don't let anybody tell you anything about the odds are against you. if they draft you, they send you to korea and make you face 800 million chinese. if you can be brave over there, you can be brave right here. these odds aren't as great as those odds. and if you fight here, you will at least know what you're fighting for.
i'm not a politician, not even a student of politics; in fact, i'm not a student of much of anything. i'm not a democrat. i'm not a republican, and i don't even consider myself an american. if you and i were americans, there'd be no problem. those honkies that just got off the boat, they're already americans; polacks are already americans; the italian refugees are already americans. everything that came out of europe, every blue-eyed thing, is already an american. and as long as you and i have been over here, we aren't americans yet.
well, i am one who doesn't believe in deluding myself. i'm not going to sit at your table and watch you eat, with nothing on my plate, and call myself a diner. sitting at the table doesn't make you a diner, unless you eat some of what's on that plate. being here in america doesn't make you an american. being born here in america doesn't make you an american. why, if birth made you american, you wouldn't need any legislation; you wouldn't need any amendments to the constitution; you wouldn't be faced with civil-rights filibustering in washington, d.c., right now. they don't have to pass civil-rights legislation to make a polack an american.
no, i'm not an american. i'm one of the 22 million black people who are the victims of americanism. one of the 22 million black people who are the victims of democracy, nothing but disguised hypocrisy. so, i'm not standing here speaking to you as an american, or a patriot, or a flag-saluter, or a flag-waver -- no, not i. i'm speaking as a victim of this american system. and i see america through the ey