william lord garrison. civil rights activists whose names aren't even that well known. like fred shuttlesworth. had his home bombed, his wife chain whipped, himself stabbed but kept on fighting for his impossible dream of america. these are ancestors. this is our roots. people who never surrender to circumstances who kept on dream i ing. i have to tell you right now when i hear my mom utter something from lewis carroll and it actually fortifies me as i get on a red eye to fly back to washington, in my head were the songs from a kid in a black church in new jersey, the songs being sung that my mom would impress upon me. you're hearing those now in the 1980s as a little boy, but those were the songs that sourced us. ain't nobody going to turn me around. ain't nobody going to turn me around. i'm going to keep on walking. i'm going to keep on talking. marching down to freedom land. one of my favorite songs i was playing in my apartment last night, different renditions of different choirs and groups was just this concept. of keeping your hand on the plow when my way gets dar