Hypersegregated inner-city schools - in which one finds no more than five or ten white children, at the very most, within a student population of as many as 3,000 - are the norm, not the exception, in most northern urban areas today.
When the civil rights battle was won, all the Jews and hippies and artists were middle class white people and all the blacks were still poor. Materially, not much changed.
Women make natural anarchists and revolutionaries because they've always been second-class citizens, kinda having had to claw their way up. I mean, who made up all the rules in the culture? Men - white male corporate society. So why wouldn't a woman ...
Both my parents are English and came out to Australia in 1967. I was born the following year. My parents, and immigrants like them, were known as '£10 poms.' Back then, the Australian government was trying to get educated British people and Canadi...
I didn't want to look distinguished; I wanted to look fun, and also to fade into the street, into the King's Road. If I don't fade into a room at White's, that's fine. My father was chairman of Brooks' and the Beefsteak, and I was brought up in that ...
Frank Booth: What are you looking at? Jeffrey Beaumont: Nothing. Frank Booth: Don't you look at me, fuck! [whispering] Frank Booth: I shoot when I see the whites of the eyes.
I grew up in central Florida in the nineteen-sixties, barefoot half the time and running around the orange groves where my father worked. I remember flocks of white birds that would lift from the backs of cattle, disturbed by the jackhammers and bull...
I managed Dal Maxvill, and he's now our general manager. I managed Bob Gibson. He's a broadcaster. Tim McCarver. Bill White. Nellie Briles. He used to be a broadcaster. I tried to count them up one time.
I also know that while I am black I am a human being, and therefore I have the right to go into any public place. White people didn't know that. Every time I tried to go into a place they stopped me.
Shoes? I have loved them all: '60s pumps; white Courreges ankle boots; platform soles from the first time around, in the '70s; more boots - ankle, calf, and knee-high; 1980s sneakers; pin heels and wedges; Mary Janes and stilettos.
Reggie Lampert: Which one are you? Peter Joshua: A truthful white-foot. Reggie Lampert: Come in. Sit down. Peter Joshua: Why, do you want to look at my feet? Reggie Lampert: Yes. [sits on his lap]
Le Chiffre: [trying to keep calm] I'll get the money. Tell them I'll, I'll get the money. Mr. White: Money isn't as valuable to our organization as knowing who to trust. [shoots him]
Anthony: Listen to it man. Nigga this, Nigga that. You think white go around callin' each other "honky" all day, man? "Hey, honky, how's business?" "Going great, cracker, we're diversifying!"
Joe Pistone: All my life I've tried to be the good guy, the guy in the white fucking hat. And for what? For nothing. I'm not becoming like them; I am them.
Frank Morris: Tell me, you stopped killing white people? English: Why? Frank Morris: Well, next time I wouldn't turn my back on ya.
[after Dr. Graham crosses the foul line to help save Karin] Mark: [suddenly able to see the White Sox players] Where did all of these baseball players come from?
Winston Zeddemore: I'm Winston Zeddmore, Your Honor. I've only been with the company for a couple of weeks, but these things are real. Since I joined these men, I've seen shit that'll turn you white.
[the 54th learns they will be paid less than an all-white regiment. Trip gets mad, and refuses his pay] Trip: Tear it up! Tear it up! TEAR IT UP! [all the men begin tearing up their checks]
Aibileen Clark: 18 people were killed in Jackson that night. 10 white and 8 black. I don't think God has color in mind when he sets a tornado loose.
Stu Price: That is not Doug. Mr. Chow: What're you talking about, Willis? That him! Stu Price: No, I'm sorry, Mr. Chow, that's not our friend, he... it's... Alan Garner: The Doug we're looking for is a white.
Lynn Bracken: You're the first man in five years who didn't tell me I look like Veronica Lake inside of a minute. Bud White: You look better than Veronica Lake.
