The people who I admire most are the powerful people:
those who have allowed their power to spring up from their weakness, and in doing so, become stronger and and more powerful than they ever could have imagined.
It's this sort of unspeakable, awe-inspiring power that rises up in places of war, tragedy, hunger, despair; places of weakness.
The power of the oppressed means liberation for all mankind. Men who have never known real pain, or turmoil, who do not know the pain of starvation and who cannot identify with loneliness-- these people do not have the capability, the capacity or the power to free us.
I do not have the capacity to liberate the oppressed, I only have the capacity to struggle along with them, and to learn all I can from them.
That's what I commit myself to do.
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