"You plus me amounts to We. And We, with small difference in our concerns, owe disrespect to these blood thirsty days. Don't let our voices grow tired alone. Weld yours to mine and mine to yours, then, with a solitary cry, We will flush out crows who, disguised as doves, man the bunkers, neatly dressed in white."
- Gordon Parks, excerpt from "Take My Hand" (Glimpses Toward Infinity, 1996)
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