I would permit no man, no matter what his colour might be, to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.


Chapter XI: Making Their Beds Before They Could Lie On Them. - Up From Slavery (1901)

Booker T. Washington Quotes

I would permit no man, no matter what his colour might be, to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.

I would permit no man, no matter what his colour might be, to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.

I would permit no man, no matter what his colour might be, to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.

I would permit no man, no matter what his colour might be, to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.