We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.

Negroes - Sweet and docile, Meek, humble, and kind: Beware the day - They change their mind.

Summer was made to give you a taste of what hell is like. Winter was made for landladies to charge high rents and keep cold radiators and make a fortune off of poor tenants.

Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Do you know that there are libraries in our country that will not stock a book by a Negro writer, not even as a gift? There are towns where Negro newspapers and magazines cannot be sold except surreptitiously. There are American magazines that have never published anything by Negroes. There are film studios that have never hired a Negro writer. Censorship for us begins at the color line.

We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.

As long as what is is-and Georgia is Georgia-I will take Harlem for mine. At least, if trouble comes, I will have my own window to shoot from.

Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.