I've Gone Beyond Civil Rights And Human

I Have Lived Those Lines And I Know That If I Had Not Been Apprehended I Would Have Slit Some White Throats.

I Know That The Black Man's Sick Attitude Toward The White Woman Is A Revolutionary Sickness: It Keeps Him Perpetually Out Of Harmony With The System That Is Oppressing Him. Many Whites Flatter Themselves With The Idea That The Negro Male's Lust And Desire For The White Dream Girl Is Purely An Esthetic Attraction, But Nothing Could Be Further From The Truth. His Motivation Is Often Of Such A Bloody, Hateful, Bitter, And Malignant Nature That Whites Would Really Be Hard Pressed To Find It Flattering.

History Could Pass For A Scarlet Text, Its Jot And Title Graven Red In Human Blood.

Respect Commands Itself And Can Neither Be Given Nor Withheld When It Is Due.

But It Is Not That Easy, Is It? I Seek A Lasting Relationship, Something Permanent In A World Of Change, In Which All Is Transitory, Ephemeral, And Full Of Pain.