All The Gods Are Dead Except The

What America Demands In Her Black Champions Is A Brilliant, Powerful Body And A Dull, Bestial Mind.

I Know That The Black Man's Sick Attitude Toward The White Woman Is A Revolutionary Sickness: It Keeps Him Perpetually Out Of Harmony With The System That Is Oppressing Him. Many Whites Flatter Themselves With The Idea That The Negro Male's Lust And Desire For The White Dream Girl Is Purely An Esthetic Attraction, But Nothing Could Be Further From The Truth. His Motivation Is Often Of Such A Bloody, Hateful, Bitter, And Malignant Nature That Whites Would Really Be Hard Pressed To Find It Flattering.

Respect Commands Itself And Can Neither Be Given Nor Withheld When It Is Due.

I Know That Sometimes People Fake On Each Other Out Of Genuine Motives To Hold Onto The Object Of Their Tenderest Feelings. They See Themselves As So Inadequate That They Feel Forced To Wear A Mask In Order To Continuously Impress The Other. I Do Not Want To "hold" You, I Want You To "stay" Out Of Your Own Need For Me.

The Twist Was A Guided Missile, Launched From The Ghetto Into The Very Heart Of Suburbia. The Twist Succeeded, As Politics, Religion, And Law Could Never Do, In Writing In The Heart And Soul What The Supreme Court Could Only Write On The Books.