It's An Hour During The Week Where

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.

Is This How You Repay My Goodness--with Badness?” Cried The Boy. “of Course,” Said The Crocodile Out Of The Corner Of His Mouth. “that Is The Way Of The World.

It's An Hour During The Week Where You Can Just Slow Down.

Never Completely Encircle Your Enemy. Leave Him Some Escape, For He Will Fight Even More Desperately If Trapped.

Raw, Naked Truth Exchanged Between The Black Man And The White Man Is What A Whole Lot More Of Is Needed In This Country - To Clear The Air Of The Racial Mirages, Cliches, And Lies That This Country's Very Atmosphere Has Been Filled With For Four Hundred Years.