I have a kind of respect - a worshipful attitude, even - for nature and the natural order and the cosmos and the seasons.
So I'm OK with myself, with history, my work, who I am and who I was.
To be compared to Jackie Robinson is an enormous compliment, but I don't think it's necessarily deserved.
There is not racial or ethnic domination of hopelessness. It's everywhere.
I defend myself by improving myself.
I always wanted to be someone better the next day than I was the day before.