It is said that the children of the very poor are not brought up, but dragged up. (“Bleak House”)
Skating definitely broke me out of a religious bubble, a socioeconomic bubble, a racial bubble.
A baby born with a billion dollars—where is the personal merit in that? A baby born with nothing—where is the personal demerit in that? The one is fawned upon, admired, worshiped, by sycophants, the other is neglected and despised—where is the sense in it?
Boxing is a poor man’s sport. It’s a sport that demands your outright respect. Most people look at boxing or any contact sport and say, “Wow, I couldn’t do that,” because they don’t possess the thing inside of us that makes us go through pain. It takes something to activate that. That’s what separates fighters […]
The man of wealth must become a trustee and agent for his poorer brethren, bringing to their service his superior wisdom, experience, and ability to administer.
To be a part of good storytelling. The goal was about that. And nothing threw me off, neither poverty nor discouragement. Nothing threw me off.
I was determined not to remain poor.
All we want to do is move from slavery to poverty.
The poor in Resurrection City have come to Washington to show that the poor in America are sick, dirty, disorganized, and powerless – and they are criticized daily for being sick, dirty, disorganized, and powerless.