But, on the other hand, I get bored with racism too and recognize that there are still many things to be said about a Black person and a White person loving each other in a racist society.

Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.

I cannot afford to believe that freedom from intolerance is the right of only one particular group. And I cannot afford to choose between the fronts upon which I must battle these forces of discrimination, wherever they appear to destroy me. And when they appear to destroy me, it will not be long before they appear to destroy you.

In the recognition of loving lies the answer to despair.

Black women sharing close ties with each other, politically or emotionally, are not the enemies of Black men.

Without community, there is no liberation...but community must not mean a shedding of our differences, nor the pathetic pretense that these differences do not exist.

Divide and conquer must become define and empower.