If we have the courage and tenacity of our forebears, who stood firmly like a rock against the lash of slavery, we shall find a way to do for our day what they did for theirs.
Mary Mcleod BethuneRead
For I am my mother's daughter, and the drums of Africa still beat in my heart.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the deep connection and influence of one's heritage and maternal lineage.
Mary McLeod Bethune's quote expresses the powerful bond between her identity and her mother, highlighting how familial ties shape who we are. The reference to the 'drums of Africa' symbolizes the cultural rhythms, values, and ancestral influences that continue to resonate within her, illustrating a profound respect for her heritage and its ongoing impact on her life.
In practice
In a speech about cultural identity at a community event.
If we have the courage and tenacity of our forebears, who stood firmly like a rock against the lash of slavery, we shall find a way to do for our day what they did for theirs.
You white folks have long been eating the white meat of the chicken. We Negroes are now ready for some of the white meat instead of the dark meat.
Enter to learn; depart to serve.
We live in a world which respects power above all things. Power, intelligently directed, can lead to more freedom. Unwisely directed, it can be a dreadful, destructive force.
Forgiving is not about forgetting, it's letting go of the hurt
What does the Negro want? His answer is very simple. He wants only what all other Americans want. He wants opportunity to make real what the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution and the Bill of Rights say, what the Four Freedoms establish. While he knows these ideals are open to no man completely, he wants only his equal chance to obtain them.
Family life got better and we got our car back - as soon as we put 'I love Mom' on the license plate.
The family is more sacred than the state.
I was a gift to my mother. She was a remarkable person. God or nature, or whatever those forces are, smiled on her, then passed me the best of her.
When he died, I went about like a ragged crow telling strangers, "My father died, my father died." My indiscretion embarrassed me, but I could not help it. Without my father on his Delhi rooftop, why was I here? Without him there, why should I go back? Without that ache between us, what was I made of?
There are certain characteristics that define a good chimp mother. She is patient, she is protective but she is not over-protective - that is really important. She is tolerant, but she can impose discipline. She is affectionate. She plays. And the most important of all: she is supportive.
The father who does not teach his son his duties is equally guilty with the son who neglects them.
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