Because I'm a human being and human beings have a need to express themselves. Also, I stuttered. So I listened a lot, and there was a lot to listen to in my neighborhood. And there was the wonder of the black church, right around the corner. I loved that music so much, sometimes I'd go sit on the stairs. Once one of the women said, Why don't you come up and sit in a real chair? So I went in and came every Sunday I could. I also had luck because I was proud of my class--because of growing up with Socialist parents and having sat on Eugene V. Debs's lap and given him red roses. And hearing him. I remember how he said passionately, You are not heads to them, brains that can think. You are not hearts to them, that can feel. You are hands. And he held up his hands. And he started, you know: Cowhands, farmhands. . . . I was impressed again by the power of language.