Roots Is Not Just A Saga Of

Early In The Spring Of 1750, In The Village Of Juffure, Four Days Upriver From The Coast Of The Gambia, West Africa, A Manchild Was Born To Omoro And Binta Kinte.

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.

You Don't Spend Twenty Years Of Your Life In The Service And Not Have A Warm, Nostalgic Feeling Left In You. It's A Small Service, And There's A Lot Of Esprit De Corps.

There Was A Great Deal Of Inbreeding Between The Indians And The Slaves. Genetically Speaking, Black People Are Some Part Black, Some Part European.

I Think One Of The Most Fascinating Things You Can Do After You Learn About Your Own People Is To Study Something About The History And Culture Of Other People.