I stay connected in my head. I'm spiritually and psychologically connected to African-Americans. They are my people, and that will never change.

I realized that I was connected to Africa.

I couldn't see how we could seriously struggle without having a strong sense of collectivity, without being responsible FOR each other and TO each other.

I miss friends and family. If it weren't for visits from old friends and other African Americans I meet who come to Cuba, I'd probably be in some kind of time warp.

What most impressed me about Cuba was the optimism.

In the long run, the people are our only appeal. The only ones who can free us are ourselves.

Only the strong go crazy. The weak just go along.