History Is Written By Winners.

My Fondest Hope Is That 'roots' May Start Black, White, Brown, Red, Yellow People Digging Back For Their Own Roots. Man, That Would Make Me Feel 90 Feet Tall.

Every Time An Old Person Dies, It's Like A Library Burning Down.

Early In The Spring Of 1750, In The Village Of Juffure, Four Days Upriver From The Coast Of The Gambia, West Africa, A Manchild Was Born To Omoro And Binta Kinte.

I Suppose That It Was Inevitable That My Word-base Broadened. I Could Now For The First Time Pick Up A Book And Read And Now Begin To Understand What The Book Was Saying. Anyone Who Has Read A Great Deal Can Imagine The New World That Opened. Let Me Tell You Something: From Then Until I Left That Prison, In Every Free Moment I Had, If I Was Not Reading In The Library, I Was Reading In My Bunk. You Couldn’t Have Gotten Me Out Of My Books With A Wedge...months Passed Without My Even Thinking About Being Imprisoned. In Fact, Up To Then, I Never Had Been So Truly Free In My Life.

If You Go Back To Before Mankind Came Out Of The Cave, There Was Hatred.