The drums of Africa still beat in my heart. They will not let me rest while there is a single Negro boy or girl without a chance to prove his worth.
Mary McLeod BethuneAbout author
- Author's profession: Educator
- Nationality: american
- Born: July 10, 1875
- Died: May 18, 1955
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