Roots Is Not Just A Saga Of

It's Always Intrigued Me That Amidst The Group Called Slaves There Were Individuals Who Were Extremely Able, Who Were Extremely Colorful, Who Were Powerful Personalities, Who By No Means Fit The Usual Images Of Slaves. They Were People Who, Through Their Personalities And Abilities, Were Very Respected In The Community Where They Lived By Both Black And White.

Brown People Wouldn't Speak To Someone Who Was Black.

In The Bush, Trust No One You Don't Know.

You're Always Being Judged. No Matter What You Do, It's Not The Right Thing. If You Didn't Become Successful, Then You'd Be Pointed At As One Of Those Creatures Down Their Who Didn't Take Advantage Of This Or That, Who Didn't Climb And Rise And So Forth.

In All Of Us There Is A Hunger, Marrow-deep, To Know Our Heritage- To Know Who We Are And Where We Have Come From. Without This Enriching Knowledge, There Is A Hollow Yearning. No Matter What Our Attainments In Life, There Is Still A Vacuum, An Emptiness, And The Most Disquieting Loneliness.