Divided we are as people but if we stand together and fight we as a race will unite.

The loudest of doomsayers, so often, carry the weightiest of sin.

In this town, white politicians and black ministers seemed to go together like tears and tissues. At election time, the pols got religion and came looking for the blessings of black ministers as a way...

Does anyone in this room have it?””No, Chris, no one here has it.””How do you know?””Because the mark was dark skin. Negroes are the descendants of Cain.”I didn’t have my civil-rights sensibilities yet, but I...

Racism hurts everyone, including racists themselves.

Certainly, the great record of forced labor across the South demands that any consideration of the progress of civil rights remedy in the United States must acknowledge that slavery, real slavery, didn’t end until 1945...

In my quest to find Green Cottenham, I also discovered an unsettling truth that when white Americans frankly peel back the layers of our commingled pasts, we are all marked by it. Whether a company...

The instinct to tell our children that they are better than someone else’s children, based on nothing more than the color of their skin, is now a fossilized aberration that serves no useful purpose.

It’s no disgrace to be black, but it’s often very inconvenient.

Trayvon Martin, at the most, seems only to have been guilty of being himself.

In the white newspapers, they use it against us. They make the Panthers look like we all just want to rip the throats out of some white folks for no good reason. We have good...

Beware of crossing your arms in the sterile attitude of the spectator, because life is not a spectacle, because a a sea of sorrows is not a proscenium, because a man who screams is not...

It is not enough for the Negroes to declare that color-prejudice is the sole cause of their social condition, nor for the white South to reply that their social condition is the main cause of...

In all his imaginings, he had never envisioned her crying. He knew that her son had died, but he’d never expected that her pain might be anything he could recognize, almost as though he believed...

I sold my elegant blackness to all those childhood ghosts and now they pay me for it.

That’s what a man is supposed to do for his wife. Listen, if a nigger didn’t get lynched every now and then, well, there’s just no telling what they’d do to us.””Who?” Lily asked.”Why, honey,...

If I hadn’t trained Lula Ann properly she wouldn’t have known to always cross the street and avoid white boys.