I realized that my story stood in for all those who were expected to pick themselves up by their bootstraps, even if they didn't have any boots; that my organization stood in for all the structural, systemic help that never went to Harlem or Appalachia or the Lower 9th Ward; that my voice stood in for all those voices that seemed too unlearned, too unwashed, too unaccommodated.
Am realizat că povestea mea  era pentru toţi cei care doreau să schimbe ceva în viaţa lor chiar dacă nu aveau mijloacele necesare; că organizaţia mea sprijinea ajutorul structural, sistematic, necunoscut în Harlem sau Apalachia sau Lower 9 Ward; că vocea mea susţinea alte voci care păreau needucate, inadaptabile.