An American Negro, however deep his sympathies, or however bright his rage, ceases to be simply a black man when he faces a black man from Africa.

Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it is faced.

You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read.

Yr crown has been bought and paid for. All you have to do is put it on yr head

The real victim of bigotry is the white man who hides his weakness under his myth of superiority.

I'm beginning to think that maybe everything that happens makes sense. Like, if it didn't make sense, how could it happen?

The power of the white world is threatened whenever a black man refuses to accept the white world's definitions.