Racism And Hatred Are Synonymous.

In All Of Us There Is A Hunger, Marrow-deep, To Know Our Heritage, To Know Who We Are And Where We Came From.

Every Death Is Like The Burning Of A Library.

My Parents Were Teachers And They Went Out Of Their Way To See To It That I Had Books. We Grew Up In A Home That Was Full Of Books. And So I Learned To Read. I Loved To Read.

Roots Is Not Just A Saga Of My Family. It Is The Symbolic Saga Of A People.

My Fondest Hope Is That 'roots' May Start Black, White, Brown, Red, Yellow People Digging Back For Their Own Roots. Man, That Would Make Me Feel 90 Feet Tall.