It was the wish of the Americans that their red brethren should remain peacefully round their own fires, and not embroil themselves in any disputes between the white people.
All the grand work was laid for people who came after me. The Supreme Court decided not to give it to me, so they gave it to two white guys. I think that's what they were waiting for.
It was an unwritten law that black comics were not permitted to work white nightclubs. You could sing and you could dance, but you couldn't stand flat-footed and talk; that was a no-no.
Friends and brothers, The Almighty created us Indians. We are as he made us. The Almighty has given to the whites a book to read, and they have plenty of things to work with. The Indian has no book. He cannot read.
When I was a kid, my parents never let me use race as an excuse. They'd say, 'When you walk into a room and it's all white, those kids have to work to stand out, not you.'
A major problem for Black women, and all people of color, when we are challenged to oppose anti-Semitism, is our profound scepticism that white people can actually be oppressed.
I think the legacy of the civil rights movement is that now whites are more open to being represented by people of color or people who are women or, again, non-traditional candidates.
We can't just pay attention to women who look fantastic in a photograph, because there are a lot of people that have fantastic things to say that don't look like 25-year-old white models.
I was able to represent my country and put on the red, white, and blue - how many people in the world get to do that? Standing on the podium with my teammates, and being the first women's gymnastics team to win this gold medal, it was life-changing!
When we go to war I will not ask the White Racist next to me what is he Christian or Atheist? I will only expect him or her to kill the enemy as I will.
At first, I didn’t understand. Understanding came very slowly.
Time is not an enemy as such, but a missing person, sending cryptic postcards from the past.
Right now, in this dusty anti-paradise, I have absolutely no hand in the future at all.
I have always hated lies; my own and everyone else’s.
A thick rivulet of lost blood reflects a city that will mourn but never die.
Know what an optimist is, Major? A pessimist without much experience.
... the house is on fire, but go ahead - finish painting the verandah...
We're clear," she said. "You're kind of a psycho. I get that
The price we paid for the volumes of ourselves that we suffocated in the dark.
Exploration is a dirty game.
There is no reality -- only our own order imposed on everything.
