And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, and the earth brought forth grass and the Rastafarians smoked it.
And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, and the earth brought forth grass and the Rastafarians smoked it.
Of course I'm a black writer. I'm not just a black writer, but categories like black writer, woman writer and Latin American writer aren't marginal anymore. We have to acknowledge that the thing we call ''literature'' is more pluralistic now, just as society ought to be. The melting pot never worked. We ought to be able to accept on equal terms everybody from the Hasidim to Walter Lippmann, from the Rastafarians to Ralph Bunche.
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