In Those Days It Was Either Live

In Those Days It Was Either Live With Music Or Die With Noise, And We Chose Rather Desperately To Live.

Power, For The Writer....lies In His Ability To Reveal If Only A Little Bit More About The Complexity Of Humanity.

America Is Woven Of Many Strands. I Would Recognize Them And Let It So Remain.

Many Of The Rites Of Passage, Those Rituals Of Growing Up Found In Our Society, Are In The Form Of Such Comic, Practical Joking Affairs--which We Ignore In The Belief That They Possess No Deeper Significance. Yet It Is Precisely In Their Being Regarded As Unimportant That They Take On Importance. For In Them We Ritualize And Dramatize Attitudes Which Contradict And Often Embarrass The Sacred Values Which We Proclaim Through Our Solemn Ceremonies And Rituals Of Nationhood.

I Am Not Ashamed Of My Grandparents For Having Been Slaves. I Am Only Ashamed Of Myself For Having At One Time Being Ashamed.