We All Suffer. If A Man's Wise,

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.

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.

I Don't Know Anywhere In The World Where There Is Not Racism Against Somebody.

Most Of Us Prefer To Be As Quiet As Possible About Giving, Because Every Time It's Publicized That We Do Something, If It's Something Of The Nature Of Giving, We'll Be Doubly Besieged, And You Really Get Sick Of Being Always Criticized No Matter What You Do.

I Know That Statistically, It Has Been Proven That There Is A Tremendous Amount Of Black On Black Crime Within The Inner Cities.