When I was 15, I decided I wanted to be a lawyer. No one thought this was a good idea.
In high school, I won a prize for an essay on tuberculosis. When I got through writing the essay, I was sure I had the disease.
I rejected the notion that my race or sex would bar my success in life.
Sexism, like racism, goes with us into the next century. I see class warfare as overshadowing both.
I grew up in a house where nobody had to tell me to go to school every day and do my homework.
King consciously steered away from legal claims and instead relied on civil disobedience.
The legal difference between the sit-ins and the Freedom Riders was significant.
I remember being infuriated from the top of my head to the tip of my toes the first time a screen was put around Bob Carter and me on a train leaving Washington in the 1940s.
Doing away with separate black colleges meets resistance from alumni and other blacks.
We African Americans have now spent the major part of the 20th Century battling racism.
I got the chance to argue my first case in Supreme Court, a criminal case arising in Alabama that involved the right of a defendant to counsel at a critical stage in a capital case before a trial.
In high school, I discovered myself. I was interested in race relations and the legal profession. I read about Lincoln and that he believed the law to be the most difficult of professions.
By 1962, King had become, by the media's reckoning, the new civil rights leader.
Had it not been for James Meredith, who was willing to risk his life, the University of Mississippi would still be all white.
How long must the American community afford special treatment to blacks?
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