When I was about twelve or thirteen years old I heard my grandfather say, “The only good white man is a dead one.”
"When I gave my life to Jesus he started dealing with the fears I had. Other things started changing as well. And I found that what once was an object of hate became an object of compassion."
"I just wanted to sit down and eat dinner with my family."
"My uncle said; Kill some white men before they kill us."