But... no... there I go, being vindictive and vengeful myself, wishing harm on others as they have wished it on me. I have to watch that in myself. I have to step on the head of that snake every time it rises. There’s always someone to hate. The list of those who have earned our hatred – and spurned our hatred – is endless. Shall we draw up lists of each other’s crimes? Must we hate each other for all time?

It seems it’s always the innocent who pay the highest price for injustice. It’s seemed that way all my life.

I, however, fear that at some future point there will possibly be concerted backlash against us because of our successes in business and other ventures. I fear this because I see a concerted effort by writers across the countries to sway public opinions by past AIM organizers.

From time to time they move you around from one cell to another, and that’s always a big deal in your life. Your cell is just about all you’ve got, your only refuge. Like an animal’s cage, it’s your home – a home that would make anyone envy the homeless.

Do the stars have a meaning? Then my life has a meaning.

The United States government can indict you on something, and now you’ve got to prove your innocence. And that’s not the Constitution of the United States.

In them days, it was just still not illegal to kill an Indian. If you killed an Indian, you’d be very unfortunate if you got probation – most of them were released immediately.

I was like so many others passion-ately involved in trying to bring those truths to the world’s attention. We did our very best to peacefully do that. The city, state, and federal governments did their very best to quell our efforts. They were used to using heavy-handed tactics to silence us.

You can’t believe one thing and do another. What you believe and what you do are the same thing.

Innocence has a single voice that can only say over and over again, “I didn’t do it.” Guilt has a thousand voices, all of them lies.