[spoken]nWhat I've realized since is that it's a very painful process but it is not destructive. It's the road to liberation. And what really happened in the sixties was that this country took just the first step toward admitting that it had been wrong on race, and creativity burst out in all directions.nnFrom the color of the faces and Sunday songsnTo the hatred they raised all the youngsters onnOnce upon a time in this country, long agonShe knew there was something wrongnBecause the song said yellow, red, black, and whitenEvery one precious in the path of ChristnBut what about the daughternOf the woman cleaning their house?nWasn't she a child they were singin' about?nAnd if Jesus loves us, black and white skinnWhy didn't her white mother invite them in?nWhen did it become a room for no blacks to step in?nHow did she already know not to ask the question?nLeft lasting impressionsnAdolescence comfort gonenShe never thought things would ever change,nBut she always knew there was something wrong.nnAlways knew there was somethin' wrong.nShe always knew there was somethin' wrong.nnYears later, she found herselfnMississippi bound to helpnStop the legalized lynching of Mr. Willy McGee.nBut they couldn't stop it,nSo they thought that they'd talk to the governor about what'd happenednAnd say, We're tired of being used as an excuse to kill black men.nBut the cops wouldn't let 'em pastnAnd these women, they struck 'em as uppitynSo they hauled 'em all off to jailnAnd they called it protective custody.nThen from her cellnShe heard her jailersnGrumblin' about outsiders.nWhen she called 'em outnAnd said she was from the south, they shouted,nWhy is a nice, Southern lady makin' troublenFor the governor?nShe said, I guess I'm not your type of lady,nAnd I guess I'm not your type of Southerner,nBut before you call me traitor,nWell it's plainest just to saynI was a child in Mississippinbut I'm ashamed of it today.nnShe always knew there was somethin' wrong.nShe always knew there was somethin' wrong.nShe always knew there was somethin' wrong.nShe always knew there was somethin' wrong.n([spoken] And, all of a sudden, I realized I was on the other side)nnImagine the world that you're standing withinnAll of your neighbors, and family-friends.nHow would you cope facing the factnThe flesh on their hands was tainted with sin?nShe faced this every day.nPeople she saw on a regular basis;nPeople she loved, in several cases;nPeople she knew were incredibly racist.nIt was painful, but she never stopped loving them,nNever stopped callin' their namesnAnd she never stopped being a Southern womannAnd she never stopped fighting for change.nAnd she saw that her struggle wasnin the tradition of ancestors never aware of hernIt continues today:nThe soul of a Southernernborn of the other America.nnShe always knew there was somethin' wrong.nShe always knew there was somethin' wrong.nShe always knew there was somethin' wrong.nShe always knew there was somethin' wrong.nn[spoken]nWhat you win in the immediate battles is...is little compared to the effort you put into it but if you see that as a part of this total movement to build a new world, you know what cathedral to build and where to put your stone in . You do have a choice. You don't have to be a part of the world of the lynchers. You can join the other America. There is another America!