If I could get the mayors, and the governors, and the president to look into the eyes of the five- year-olds of this nation, dressed in old raggedy clothes, whose zippers are broken but whose dreams are still alive, they would know what I know—that children need people to fight for them.


Fist, Stick, Knife, Gun


If I could get the mayors, and the governors, and the president to look into the eyes of the five- year-olds of this nation, dressed in old raggedy...

If I could get the mayors, and the governors, and the president to look into the eyes of the five- year-olds of this nation, dressed in old raggedy...

If I could get the mayors, and the governors, and the president to look into the eyes of the five- year-olds of this nation, dressed in old raggedy...

If I could get the mayors, and the governors, and the president to look into the eyes of the five- year-olds of this nation, dressed in old raggedy...