He Was My Cream, And I Was

One Day I Realized I Was Living In A Country Where I Was Afraid To Be Black. It Was Only A Country For White People. Not Black. So I Left. I Had Been Suffocating In The United States... A Lot Of Us Left, Not Because We Wanted To Leave, But Because We Couldn't Stand It Anymore... I Felt Liberated In Paris.

...it Looked Very Different From The Statue Of Liberty, But What Did That Matter? What Was The Good Of Having The Statue Without The Liberty, The Freedom To Go Where One Chose If One Was Held Back By One's Color? No, I Preferred The Eiffel Tower, Which Made No Promises." ~ Josephine Baker, Once She Had Seen The Eiffel Tower

Let Us Stop Saying 'white Americans' And 'colored Americans,' Let Us Try Once And For All Saying... Americans. Let Human Beings Be Equal On Earth As In Heaven.

Friends, To Me For Years St. Louis Represented A City Of Fear... Humiliation... Misery And Terror... A City Where In The Eyes Of The White Man A Negro Should Know His Place And Had Better Stay In It.

Beautiful? It's All A Question Of Luck. I Was Born With Good Legs. As For The Rest... Beautiful, No. Amusing, Yes.