I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me.

And Now Each Night, I Count The Stars. And Each Night I Get The Same Number. And When The Stars Won't Come To Be Counted, I Count The Holes They Leave.

You Can't Be An American Without Being Related To Other Americans.

There Is No Justice In America, But It Is The Fight For Justice That Sustains You

The African, Because Of The Violent Differences Between What Was Native And What He Was Forced To In Slavery, Developed Some Of The Most Complex And Complicated Ideas About The World Imaginable.

The Torture Of Being The Unseen Object, And The Constantly Observed Subject.