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Narrative Is Radical, Creating Us At The Very Moment It Is Being Created.

I Merged Those Two Words, Black And Feminist, Because I Was Surrounded By Black Women Who Were Very Tough And And Who Always Assumed They Had To Work And Rear Children And Manage Homes.

Perhaps That's What All Human Relationships Boiled Down To: Would You Save My Life? Or Would You Take It?

The Peace I Am Thinking Of Is The Dance Of An Open Mind When It Engages Another Equally Open One.

Alice Thought, No. It Wasn't The War And The Disgruntled Veterans; It Wasn't The Droves And Droves Of Colored People Flocking To Paychecks And Streets Full Of Themselves. It Was The Music. The Dirty, Get-on-down Music The Women Sang And The Men Played And Both Danced To, Close And Shamelesss Or Apart And Wild...it Made You Do Unwise Disorderly Things. Just Hearing It Was Like Violating The Law.