All Of Us Are So Mixed. My

Christians Are My Brothers, Hindus Are My Brothers, All Of Them Are My Brothers. We Just Think Different And Believe Different.

I'm Not Into Fashion At All. I Always Wear The Same Thing: Dark Suits. I Don't Even Know Where I Get Them.

What’s My Greatest Weakness? Sad Stories, People With Problems

Emmett Till And I Were About The Same Age. A Week After He Was Murdered... I Stood On A Corner With A Gang Of Boys, Looking At Pictures Of Him In The Black Newspapers And Magazines. In One, He Was Laughing And Happy. In The Other, His Head Was Swollen And Bashed In, His Eyes Bulging Out Of Their Sockets, And His Mouth Twisted And Broken... I Couldn't Get Emmett Till Out Of My Mind, Until One Evening I Thought Of A Way To Get Back At White People For His Death.

I Hated The Sight On Tv Of Big, Clumsy, Lumbering Heavyweights Plodding, Stalking Each Other Like Two Frankenstein Monsters, Clinging, Slugging Toe To Toe. I Knew I Could Do It Better ... Circle, Dance, Shuffle, Hit And Move ... Make An Art Out Of It.