The Past Is A Room Full Of

It Was Hollow, My Triumph, I Could Feel That, But I Held On To It Just The Same.

When I'm Writing, I Think About The Garden, And When I'm In The Garden I Think About Writing. I Do A Lot Of Writing By Putting Something In The Ground.

The Slave Trade Was Globalism. Why People Insist That Globalism, After Its Hideous History, Is A Good Thing, I Do Not Know.

Out Of The Corner Of One Eye, I Could See My Mother. Out Of The Corner Of The Other Eye, I Could See Her Shadow On The Wall, Cast There By The Lamplight. It Was A Big And Solid Shadow, And It Looked So Much Like My Mother That I Became Frightened. For I Could Not Be Sure Whether For The Rest Of My Life I Would Be Able To Tell When It Was Really My Mother And When It Was Really Her Shadow Standing Between Me And The Rest Of The World.

What Frustrates Me Is To See African-americans Behave As Though What European-americans Say Is Worthwhile. It Simply Isn't. It's Just Some Silly People Who Can Make Laws And Have The Power To Enforce Them. I'm Often Amazed At The Conversations Black People Have About Themselves. They Ought To Be Having These Conversations About White People. It's White People Who Are Flawed And At Fault.