In all of us there is a hunger, marrow-deep, to know our heritage, to know who we are and where we came from.

Early in the spring of 1750, in the village of Juffure, four days upriver from the coast of The Gambia, West Africa, a manchild was born to Omoro and Binta Kinte.

Unless we learn from history, we are destined to repeat it. This is no longer merely an academic exercise, but may contain our worlds fate and our destiny.

Either you deal with what is the reality, or you can be sure that the reality is going to deal with you.

It's always intrigued me that amidst the group called slaves there were individuals who were extremely able, who were extremely colorful, who were powerful personalities, who by no means fit the usual images of slaves. They were people who, through their personalities and abilities, were very respected in the community where they lived by both black and white.

The way to succeed is never quit. Thats it. But really be humble about it.

Racism and hatred are synonymous.