I went to my first civil rights rally when I was 17 years old. I was a little skinny blond kid, scared to death, marching against the KKK in South Georgia. And I have never stopped marching in protests since. Not ever. I mean, LGBT rights, women's rights, the rights of people of color. . . I'm your guy. I'm going to be out there marching!
Great good nature without prudence is a great misfortune.