I like marriage. The idea.

Well, feel this, why don't you? Feel how it feels to have a bed to sleep in and somebody there not worrying you to death about what you got to do each day to deserve it. Feel how that feels. And if that don't get it, feel how it feels to be a colored woman roaming the roads with anything God made liable to jump on you. Feel that.

Black people are victims of an enormous amount of violence. None of those things can take place without the complicity of the people who run the schools and the city.

Home is memory, home is your history, home is where you work. Some people want to abandon it and become truly local. But the questions are all there.

I dream a dream that dreams back at me.

I am in the position of judging people by the best they've ever done rather than the worst.

For a long time I was convinced that the conflict between Jewish people and black people in this country was a media event.