The paper tiger hero, James Bond, offering the whites a triumphant image of themselves, is saying what many whites want desperately to hear reaffirmed: I am still the White Man, lord of the land, licensed to kill, and the world is still an empire at my feet.

The racist conscience of America is such that murder does not register as murder really, unless the victim is white... blacks knew that white blood is the coin of freedom in a land where for four hundred years black blood has been shed unremarked and with impunity.

Pig power in America was infuriating, but pig power in the communist framework was awesome and unaccountable.

If a man like Malcolm X could change and repudiate racism, if I myself and other former Muslims can change, if young whites can change, then there is hope for America.

The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.

I have lived those lines and I know that if I had not been apprehended I would have slit some white throats.

Respect commands itself and can neither be given nor withheld when it is due.