Like The Amazing Story Of Anthony Johnson.

Lincoln Would Love The Fact That Obama Is Such A Great Conciliator, Trying To Transcend Ideology.

Mama And I Would Go To A Funeral And She'd Stand Up To Read The Dead Person's Eulogy. She Made The Ignorant And Ugly Sound Like Scholars And Movie Stars, Turned The Mean And Evil Into Saints And Angels. She Knew What People Had Meant To Be In Their Hearts, Not What The World Had Forced Them To Become. She Knew The Ways In Which Working Too Hard For Paltry Wages Could Turn You Mean And Cold, Could Kill The Thing That Made You Laugh.

My Father, If Anything, First And Last, Was A Man Of Words. He Loved Stories; He Didn't Live For Stories, Exactly, But I Think He Lived Through Stories. I Think, Like Many Writers, He Loved Stories About Things He Had Experienced As Much As, If Not More Than, He Loved The Experiences Themselves.

I Think That The Roots Of Racism Have Always Been Economic, And I Think People Are Desperate And Scared. And When You're Desperate And Scared You Scapegoat People. It Exacerbates Latent Tendencies Toward - Well, Toward Racism Or Homophobia Or Anti-semitism.

In Fact, The Class Divide In The Black Community Is Now Seen By Some As A Permanent Aspect Of Our Existence.