One Hates A Person For The Same

But On The Other Hand, I Don't Actively Seek Out Stories Or Hunt Them Down.

I'm Seventy-six Now. I'm At A Stage In My Life Where I Feel A Lot Of Affection And Regard For Women, And I Felt The Need To Make This Clear In Some Way. I Don't Know How They'll Feel When They Read It, But I Feel Okay About It.

I Am Aware Of The Changes, But In No Sense Am I Believer That We Live In A Post-racial Society. That's A Description Of Our Inheritance And That Is Theirs, Which Is Inescapable. It Is Doesn't Matter If You Are From New England Or Mississippi. You're An American. It Doesn't Matter If You Are White, Black, Brown, Or Asian. It Is Part Of American Society. You'd Have To Be Blind, Deaf, Or Dumb Not To Know It. The Emphasis On Color Or The Fear Of It, Is All Part Of The Same Dark Flower. I Am Trying To Point To That And To Bring It All The Way Back From Senegal.

When An Old Man And A Young Man Work Together, It Can Make An Ugly Sight Or A Pretty One, Depending On Who's In Charge. If The Young Man's In Charge Or Won't Let The Old Man Take Over, The Young Man's Brute Strength Becomes Destructive And Inefficient, And The Old Man's Intelligence, Out Of Frustration, Grows Cruel And Inefficient. Sometimes The Old Man Forgets That He Is Old And Tries To Compete With The Young Man's Strength, And Then It's A Sad Sight. Or The Young Man Forgets That He Is Young And Argues With The Old Man About How To Do The Work, And That's A Sad Sight, Too.

It's Hard To Know More About A Person's Life Than What That Person Wants You To Know.