Our days are but as grass;
we flourish as a flower of the field;

For as soon as the wind goes over it, it is gone,
and its place shall know it no more.

From Psalm 103

“A child born to a Black mother in a state like Mississippi . . . has exactly the same rights as a white baby born to the wealthiest person in the United States. It’s not true, but I challenge anyone to say it is not a goal worth working for.”
Thurgood Marshall