I Asked Her If I Was Black

It's The Same Old Story. Nothing In This World Happens Unless White Folks Says It Happens. And Therein Lies The Problem Of Being A Professional Black Storyteller - Writer, Musician, Filmmaker.

There's Such A Big Difference Between Being Dead And Alive, I Told Myself, The Greatest Gift That Anyone Can Give Anyone Else Is Life. And The Greatest Sin A Person Can Do To Another Is To Take Away That Life. Next To That, All The Rules And Religions In The World Are Secondary; Mere Words And Beliefs That People Choose To Believe And Kill And Hate By. My Life Won't Be Lived That Way, And Neither, I Hope, Will My Children's.

The Good Lord Bird Don't Run In A Flock. He Flies Alone. You Know Why? He's Searching. Looking For The Right Tree. And When He Sees That Tree, That Dead Tree That's Taking All The Nutrition And Good Things From The Forest Floor. He Goes Out And He Gnaws At It, And He Gnaws At It Till The Thing Gets Tired And It Falls Down. And The Dirt From It Raises Other Trees. It Gives Them Good Things To Eat. It Makes 'em Strong. Gives 'em Life. And The Circle Goes 'round.

The Black Church Will Accept Anybody.

The Man Was The Finest Preacher. He Could Make A Frog Stand Up Straight And Get Happy With Jesus.