We Have Every Right To Dream Heroic

Freedom-loving People Around The World Must Say . . . I Am A Refugee In A Crowded Boat Foundering Off The Coast Of Vietnam. I Am Laotian, A Cambodian, A Cuban, And A Miskito Indian In Nicaragua. I, Too, Am A Potential Victim Of Totalitarianism.

Seventy-five Years Ago I Was Born In Tampico, Illinois, In A Little Flat Above The Bank Building. We Didn't Have Any Other Contact With The Bank Than That.

In A World Wracked By Hatred, Economic Crisis, And Political Tension, America Remains Mankind's Best Hope.

To Sit Back Hoping That Someday, Some Way, Someone Will Make Things Right Is To Go On Feeding The Crocodile, Hoping He Will Eat You Last - But Eat You He Will.

Let Us Ask Ourselves; "what Kind Of People Do We Think We Are?"