I remember from my father's funeral that the minister kept using a metaphor about life of a prism. And I took that away like a cherished image.

Those in the margins are always trying to get to the center, and those at the center, frequently in the name of tradition, are trying to keep the margins at a distance.

Somehow we can't live outside the politics of race. There's something very deep in all of us, that is taught to us when we are very, very little. Which is the disrespect and fear of the other.

I'm interested when things are upside down - because there are so many possibilities in that one moment. There is a lot that is exposed.

I am lucky: I have fantastic doctors and a fantastic dentist.

That artists are called to be more responsible and 'true' is a tip of hat to their power.

Racism has been for everyone like a horrible, tragic car crash, and we've all been heavily sedated from it. If we don't come into consciousness of this tragedy, there's going to be a violent awakening we don't want. The question is, can we wake up?