We recognize that his hate grows out of fear, pride, ignorance, prejudice, and misunderstanding.

The enemy is fear. We think it is hate; but, it is fear.

The oceans of history are made turbulent by the ever-rising tides of hate. And history is cluttered with the wreckage of nations and individuals that pursued this self-defeating path of hate.

Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.

For more that three centuries American Negroes have been frustrated by day and bewilderment by night by unbearable injustice, and burdened with the ugly weight of discrimination. Forced to live with these shameful conditions, we are tempted to become bitter and retaliate with a corresponding hate. But if this happens, the new order we seek will be little more than a duplicate of the old order.

I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.