I have been amazed by the Anglo-Saxon's lack of curiosity about the internal lives and emotions of the Negroes, and for that matter, any non-Anglo-Saxon peoples within our borders, above the class of unskilled labor.
The man who interprets Nature is always held in great honor.
It certainly is hard, Amram, getting use to being a slave.
Ethical and cultural desegregation. It is a contradiction in terms to scream race pride and equality while at the same time spurning Negro teachers and self-association.
The whole matter revolves around the self-respect of my people. How much satisfaction can I get from a court order for somebody to associate with me who does not wish me near them?
Like the dead-seeming, cold rocks, I have memories within that came out of the material that went to make me. Time and place have had their say.
When a man keeps beating me to the draw mentally, he begins to get glamorous.
I regret all of my books.
I did not just fall in love. I made a parachute jump.
I am her friend, and her tongue is in my mouth. I can speak her sentiments for her, though Ethel Waters can do very well indeed in speaking for herself.