There Was A Time When All Dark-skinned

I Saw No African People In The Printed And Illustrated Sunday School Lessons. I Began To Suspect At This Early Age That Someone Had Distorted The Image Of My People. My Long Search For The True History Of African People The World Over Began.

Africa Is Our Center Of Gravity, Our Cultural And Spiritual Mother And Father, Our Beating Heart, No Matter Where We Live On The Face Of This Earth.

In The Closing Years Of The Nineteenth Century, African-american Historians Began To Look At Their People's History From Their Vantage Point And Their Point Of View.

Everything That Touches Your Life, Must Be An Instrument Of Your Liberation Or Tossed Into The Trash Cans Of History

Clowns Don't Build Institutions, Nor Do Boxers.