I Believe That Love Is The Single,

We Need Everybody And All That We Are. We Need To Know And Make Known The Complete, Constantly Unfolding, Complicated Heritage That Is Our Black Experience. We Should Absolutely Resist The Superstar, One At A Time Mentality That Threatens The Varied And Resilient, Flexible Wealth Of Our Black Future.

In America, The Traditional Routes To Black Identity Have Hardly Been Normal. Suicide (disappearance By Imitation, Or Willed Extinction), Violence (hysterical Religiosity, Crime, Armed Revolt), And Exemplary Moral Courage; None Of These Is Normal.

I Am Working Never To Be Late Again.

Lately... Americans Have Begun To Understand That Trouble Does Not Start Somewhere On The Other Side Of Town. It Seems To Originate Inside The Absolute Middle Of The Homemade Cherry Pie. In Our History, The State Has Failed To Respond To The Weak. You Could Be White, Male, Presbyterian And Heterosexual Besides, But If You Get Fired Or If You Get Sick Tomorrow, You Might As Well Be Black, For All The State Will Want To Hear From You.

Our Earth Is Round, And, Among Other Things, That Means That You And I Can Hold Completely Different Points Of View And Both Be Right. The Difference Of Our Positions Will Show Stars In Your Window I Cannot Even Imagine. Your Sky May Burn With Light, While Mine, At The Same Moment, Spreads Beautiful To Darkness. Still We Must Choose How We Separately Corner The Circling Universe Of Our Experience. Once Chosen, Our Cornering Will Determine The Message Of Any Star And Darkness We Encounter.