The last state to admit a black student to the college level was South Carolina
Living at the YMCA in Harlem dramatically broadened my view of the world.
In my view, I did not get to the federal bench because I was a woman
I soon found law school an unmitigated bore.
Lack of encouragement never deterred me. I was the kind of person who would not be put down.
I remember being infuriated from the top of my head to the tip of my toes the first time a screen was put around Bob Carter and me on a train leaving Washington in the 1940s.