The more I remember the suffering of my fore-fathers, the more I remember the lynchings and burnings in the Southern States of America, the more I will fight on even though the battle seems doubtful. Tell me that I must turn back, and I laugh you to scorn. Go On! Go on! Climb ye the heights of liberty and cease not in well doing until you have planted the banner of the Red, Black and Green on the hilltops of Africa.