The differences between our culture, physical appearance, and even our environment are immense, but the black man and white man hold the same abilities to laugh, feel, love and learn. We are more like brothers than we can imagine. Then I ask why do we feel of a lesser value? What makes the welling tears in a black child’s eyes revolting, while the same tears in that of a white child evoke large amounts of pity from everyone in their presence? How can we make the white man see? See that our pockets are empty along with our children’s bellies. Feel concern for the crippled black man out of work due to harsh field labor. We shall kick our African dirt in his eyes, blinding him with blackness.