Service Is The Highest Form Of Prayer

I Question The Political Judgement Of Those Who Would Have The Nerve To Paint Christ White With His Obvious African Nose, Lips And Wooly Hair.

I Have Gone Up In The Pyramids And The Stones Are So Close Together You Can't Force A Playing Card Between Them And (they Are) In Perfect Alignment. So Those People Must Have Had Some Hydraulics Or Something. You Take 20 Men, Put Them Around A Big Stone, Their Legs Would Get In The Way. Even If They Could Lift It, 20 Pairs Of Legs Hitting Against Each Other Would Throw It Off Balance. And They Would Not Have It In Exact Alignment. Not Even A Fraction Of An Inch Off.

Man's Attitude Towards The Universe And His Opinion Of The Universe Predates The Scientific Probe Of The Universe.

All The Working-class People Could Feel A Malcolm X. They Could Hear Malcolm X, And Two Weeks Later They Could Whisper Back What He Said. Verbatim. They Could Remember The Way He Put It, And He Put It So Well.

My Mother Really Held The Family Together. She Was A Perfect Example Of The Kind Of Black Woman I Would Love To See Again. She Ruled My Father With An Iron Hand, Yet She Barely Ever Raised Her Voice Above A Whisper.