I wish IÆd a knowed more people. I would of loved æem all. If IÆd a knowed more, I would a loved more
I wish IÆd a knowed more people. I would of loved æem all. If IÆd a knowed more, I would a loved more
Listen, baby, people do funny things. Specially us. The cards are stacked against us and just trying to stay in the game, stay alive and in the game, makes us do funny things. Things we can't help. Things that make us hurt one another. We don't even know why.
Only her tight, tight eyes were left. They were always left...They were everything. Everything was there, in them...Thrown, in this way, into the binding conviction that only a miracle could relieve her, she would never know her beauty. She would see only what there was to see: the eyes of other people.
I always looked upon the acts of racist exclusion, or insult, as pitiable, from the other person. I never absorbed that. I always thought that there was something deficient about such people.
Black people are victims of an enormous amount of violence. None of those things can take place without the complicity of the people who run the schools and the city.
A lot of black people believe that Jews in this country have become white. They behave like white people rather than Jewish people.
There is nothing of any consequence in education, in the economy, in city planning, in social policy that does not concern black people.
My children are delightful people, whom I would love even if they weren't my children.
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