Before Two Thresholds

      Souls of black folk stand before two thresholds, pausing, hesitating, pondering.

      One is the entrance to a beautiful hall filled with inspiring reminders of God's admonitions to men that they shall carry on His message of love, thereby achieving mighty conquests in the battles for happiness and beauty. Its banner is LOVE.

      The other is the entrance to an ominous dark cavern filled with bloodcurdling cries and satanic sprites who invoke the darkest passions of men. There is no happiness in that place; neither is there beauty. Still there is something there that lures men far, far into its inner recesses, and once entered therein it is difficult to return to the abode of sunshine and freshness. Its banner is HATE.

      Where, oh white comrade, would you have us enter, into the chamber of LOVE or that dark cavern of HATE?