There Was No Racism; There Was No

His Master’s Pain Was His Pain. And It Hurt Him More For His Master To Be Sick Than For Him To Be Sick Himself. When The House Started Burning Down, That Type Of Negro Would Fight Harder To Put The Master’s House Out Than The Master Himself Would. But Then You Had Another Negro Out In The Field. The House Negro Was In The Minority. The Masses—the Field Negroes Were The Masses. They Were In The Majority. When The Master Got Sick, They Prayed That He’d Die. If His House Caught On Fire, They'd Pray For A Wind To Come Along And Fan The Breeze.

Whereas The Only Real Solution To The Race Problem In This Country Is A Solution That Involves Individual Self Improvement And Collective Self Improvement In, Whereas Our Own, Wherein Our Own People Are Concerned.

Most Of Those Negroes Have Been Given Those Jobs By The White Political Machine, And They Serve No Other Function Other Than To, As Window Dressing.

Most People Who Work In Prison Earn Money Through Contraband.

I Think That If Essien Udom Had Something He Didn't Take It Back Far Enough In History To Get At The Proper Understanding Of It.