Quote by Ella Baker, In Moving the Mounta

Because our children had had the privilege of growing up where they'd raised a lot of food. They were never hungry. They could share their food with people. And so, you share your lives with people.


Because our children had had the privilege of growing up whe

Summary

This quote highlights the value of cultivating self-sufficiency and generosity. The speaker emphasizes the importance of teaching children the art of growing food, subsequently enabling them to never experience hunger and have the ability to share their abundance with others. It suggests that this upbringing not only fosters physical nourishment but also encourages the notion of sharing and extending one's life to those around them. By instilling these values early on, individuals are able to contribute to the well-being of their communities and foster connections through generosity.

By Ella Baker, In Moving the Mounta
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