I wish they’d had electric guitars in the cotton fields back in the good old days. A whole lot of things would’ve been straightened out.
Our ability to create has outreached our ability to use wisely the products of our invention.
We yearn that our civil rights work will be crowned with success, but what we really want-want even more than success-is meaning.
If we should ever get to Heaven, we shall find nobody to reproach us for being black, or for being slaves.
I’m tired of hearing about money, money, money, money, money. I just want to play the game, drink Pepsi, wear Reebok.
The last vestige of racism in the West will be intellectual racism.