No chance was allowed to pass of telling the people of
New York what they were harboring. They simply needed to know, I
felt sure of that. And I know now that I was right. But it takes a
lot of telling to make a city know when it is doing wrong. However,
that was what I was there for. When it didn't seem to help, I would
go and look at a stone-cutter hammering away at his rock perhaps
a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at
the hundred and first blow it would split in two, and I knew it was
not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before together. When
my fellow-workers smiled, I used to remind them of the Israelites
that marched seven times around Jericho and blew their horns before
the walls fell.
"Well, you go ahead and blow yours," they said; "you have the
faith."
And I did, and the walls did fall, though it took nearly twice
seven years. But they came down, as the walls of ignorance and
indifference must every time, if you blow hard enough and long
enough, with faith in your cause and in your fellow-man.
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