Delia Picked At The Raw Sores Of

The Horror Of Class Stratification, Racism, And Prejudice Is That Some People Begin To Believe That The Security Of Their Families And Communities Depends On The Oppression Of Others, That For Some To Have Good Lives There Must Be Others Whose Lives Are Truncated And Brutal.

I Wanted Her To To Go On Talking And Understand Without Me Saying Anything. I Wanted Her To Love Me Enough To Leave Him, To Pack Us Up And Take Us Away From Him, To Kill Him If Need Be. (107)

My Life Has Been Saved Over And Over Again By Picking Up A Book In Which Someone Captured The Whole Experience Of Being Despised And Not Dying.

I Did Things I Did Not Understand For Reasons I Could Not Begin To Explain Just To Be In Motion, To Be Trying To Do Something, Change Something In A World I Wanted Desperately To Make Over But Could Not Imagine For Myself.

I Was Born Trash In A Land Where The People All Believe Themselves Natural Aristocrats.