I continue to care for President Obama and for his family. I think that in many ways they are very courageous people, and I honor that, because I know what it means to live as a black person in a racist America.
All History is current; all injustice continues on some level, somewhere in the world.
It is healthier, in any case, to write for the adults one’s children will become than for the children one’s ‘mature’ critics often are.
I don’t feel I’ve had a decent critic ever on the East coast.
The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.
There are those who believe Black people possess the secret of joy and that it is this that will sustain them through any spiritual or moral or physical devastation.
Sometimes, reading a blog, which I do infrequently, I see that generations of Americans have been wilfully crippled, and can no longer spell or write a sentence.
David Icke reminded me of Malcolm X.
I think Americans generally are not used to working very hard, in terms of working for the collective. I think in our country we have taken individualism to its farthest reaches, possibly.
If you deny people their own voice, you’ll have no idea of who they were.
From infancy, I have relied on the fiercely sweet spirits of black men; and this is abundantly clear in my work.
Look closely at the present you are constructing: it should look like the future you are dreaming.
I know black people love the idea that we finally have a beautiful, good-looking black president. But if he is doing awful things to us, we should wake up.
Once you feel loved by the universe, you’re already accepted, and you’re not really concerned about offending people.