Raw, Naked Truth Exchanged Between The Black

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

Anytime You See A Turtle Up On Top Of A Fence Post, You Know He Had Some Help.

Either You Deal With What Is The Reality, Or You Can Be Sure That The Reality Is Going To Deal With You.

I Travel A Lot. It Used To Be, When I Would Go To Any Country, I Could Guarantee That The First Question Would Establish My Name, And The Fact That I've Written Roots, And The Third Question, At Least No Later Than The Fourth Question Would Not Be A Question, So Much As A Statement, Something Like, "we Understand That In America White People Do Such And Such Bad Things To Black People."

Every Time An Old Person Dies, It's Like A Library Burning Down.