Every color I can think of and nationality, we were all touched by Dr. King because he made us like each other and respect each other.

A little nepotism never hurt nobody, honey. If you got it, use it. Press on with it. Remind them of it.

My identity is very clear to me now, I am a black woman.

It's not the load that breaks you down, it's the way you carry it. Carry it by the comfortable handles of gratitude for what's positive and that it is not worse, rather than the uncomfortable edges of bitterness for the negatives and that it is not better.

I made a promise to myself to be kinder to other people.

You have to be taught to be second class; you're not born that way. But the slanting process is so subtle that you frequently don't realize how you're being slanted until very late in the game.

I remember the day tDr. King died. I wasn't angry at the beginning. It was like something very personal in my life had been touched and finished.