Prejudice Is A Burden That Confuses The

Out Of The Huts Of History's Shame I Rise.

I Am Always Talking About The Human Condition And About American Society In Particular: What It Is Like To Be Human, What Makes Us Weep, What Makes Us Fall And Stumble And Somehow Rise And Go On From Darkness Into Darkness And That Darkness Carpeted.

Black People Comprehend The South. We Understand Its Weight. It Has Rested On Our Backs... I Knew That My Heart Would Break If Ever I Put My Foot Down On That Soil, Moist, Still, With Old Hurts. I Had To Face The Fear/loathing At Its Source Or It Would Consume Me Whole.

You Can Practice Any Virtue Erratically, But Nothing Consistently Without Courage.

When I Passed Forty I Dropped Pretense, 'cause Men Like Women Who Got Some Sense.