I've found, in my own writing, that a little hatred, keenly directed, is a useful thing.

America is not nearly done. We're only in the beginning. Who knows who we will be? Who knows... what color we will be? It is all something that, maybe, our descendants - if they survive that long - will see.

Human compassion is equal to human cruelty, and it is up to each of us to tip the balance.

Just because I don't harass it like some peoples us know don't mean I ain't got religion.

Part of what confuses people in times of upheaval is that you're getting so many different points of view and directions and so and so, how to do this and do that. And a lot of it is written in a language that honestly most people cannot understand.

If I'm killed - if I'm removed - there is nowhere else for me to go but to my ancestors.

It's better to have your blackness taken away than to stand and lie about who you actually are.