My Hatred Is Diamond-hard.

It's Very Odd To Observe Someone Else Taking Your Identity Into Their Own Hands And Getting It All Wrong. I Don't Think Most People Will Ever Get To Experience How Truly Weird It Is.

Hatred Is The Air I Breathe. It Permeates Every Cell In My Body.

It's Not Exactly Courageous To Be An Anti-racist These Days; A Hundred Years Ago, It Was.

When I See Two Women Kissing, My Only Physical Reaction Is A Strong Desire To Vomit In Both Of Their Mouths.

If I’d Been Talking About Black Trash, I Might Be Lynched. If I Was Talking About White Trash, I’d Merely Be Another Torchbearer In An Ongoing National Lynching.