Danh ngôn của Coretta Scott King

On Thanksgiving Night, 1942, when I was fifteen years old, white racists burned our house to the ground.
On Thanksgiving Night, 1942, when I was fifteen years old, white racists burned our house to the ground.
Vào Đêm Lễ Tạ ơn năm 1942, khi tôi mười lăm tuổi, những kẻ phân biệt chủng tộc da trắng đã đốt nhà của chúng tôi thành tro bụi.
Tác giả: Coretta Scott King | Chuyên mục: Thanksgiving | Sứ mệnh: [2]
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Các câu danh ngôn khác của cùng tác giả: Coretta Scott King
- Mama and Daddy King represent the best in manhood and womanhood, the best in a marriage, the kind of people we are trying to become.
- I believe all Americans who believe in freedom, tolerance and human rights have a responsibility to oppose bigotry and prejudice based on sexual orientation.
- Hate is too great a burden to bear. It injures the hater more than it injures the hated.
- Women, if the soul of the nation is to be saved, I believe that you must become its soul.
- Struggle is a never ending process. Freedom is never really won, you earn it and win it in every generation.
Các câu danh ngôn khác của cùng chuyên mục: Thanksgiving
- Across Central Virginia, the traditions of Thanksgiving bring us closer together with those we love. We gather with family and close friends, we share memories and laughter, and we give thanks for the profound blessing of living in the United States.
- Holiday binge-buying has deep roots in American culture: department stores have been associating turkey gluttony with its spending equivalent since they began sponsoring Thanksgiving Day parades in the early 20th century.
- I think most people have that crazy uncle they sit at Thanksgiving dinner with: someone they disagree with politically but love them anyway.
- From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
- I'm thankful for every moment.