My Future Depends Mostly Upon Myself.

You Want To Shut Up Every Negro Who Has The Courage To Stand Up And Fight For The Rights Of His People, For The Rights Of Workers, And I Have Been On Many A Picket Line For The Steelworkers Too.

Vast Quantities Of U.s. Bombers, Tanks And Guns Have Been Sent Against Ho Chi Minh And His Freedom-fighters; And Now We Are Told That Soon It Will Be 'advisable' To Send America Gi's Into Indo-china In Order That The Tin, Rubber And Tungsten Of Southeast Asia Be Kept By The "free World"-meaning White Imperialism.

To Be Free . . . To Walk The Good American Earth As Equal Citizens, To Live Without Fear, To Enjoy The Fruits Of Our Toil, To Give Our Children Every Opportunity In Life--that Dream Which We Have Held So Long In Our Hearts Is Today The Destiny That We Hold In Our Hands.

I Feel Closer To My Country Than Ever. There Is No Longer A Feeling Of Lonesome Isolation. Instead-peace. I Return Without Fearing Prejudice That Once Bothered Me . . . For I Know That People Practice Cruel Bigotry In Their Ignorance, Not Maliciously

Every Artist, Every Scientist, Every Writer Must Decide Now Where He Stands. The Artist Must Take Sides. He Must Elect To Fight For Freedom Or For Slavery. I Have Made My Choice. I Had No Alternative.