The Liquor Of Statecraft Is Distilled From

I Am Not Tragically Colored. There Is No Great Sorrow Dammed Up In My Soul, Nor Lurking Behind My Eyes. I Do Not Mind At All. I Do Not Belong To The Sobbing School Of Negrohood Who Hold That Nature Somehow Has Given Them A Lowdown Dirty Deal And Whose Feelings Are All Hurt About It. Even In The Helter-skelter Skirmish That Is My Life, I Have Seen That The World Is To The Strong Regardless Of A Little Pigmentation More Or Less. No, I Do Not Weep At The World—i Am Too Busy Sharpening My Oyster Knife.

So In Jamaica It Is The Aim Of Everybody To Talk English, Act English And Look English. And That Last Specification Is Where The Greatest Difficulties Arise. It Is Not So Difficult To Put A Coat Of European Culture Over African Culture, But It Is Next To Impossible To Lay A European Face Over An African Face In The Same Generation.

She Stood There Until Something Fell Off The Shelf Inside Her.

Every Heart Has Its Graveyard.

It Would Be Against All Nature For All The Negroes To Be Either At The Bottom, Top, Or In Between. We Will Go Where The Internal Drive Carries Us Like Everybody Else. It Is Up To The Individual.