I was fortunate enough to have been raised to a certain point before I got into the race thing. I had other views of what a human is, so I was never able to see racism as the big question. Racism was horrendous, but there were other aspects to life.

I decided in my life that I would do nothing that did not reflect positively on my father's life.

I'm going to quit writing.

I think the way I want to think. I live the way I want to live.

I had two roles for which I compromised.

I never had an occasion to question color, therefore, I only saw myself as what I was... a human being.

I am not a hugely religious person, but I believe that there is a oneness with everything. And because there is this oneness, it is possible that my mother is the principal reason for my life.