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I Travel A Lot. It Used To Be, When I Would Go To Any Country, I Could Guarantee That The First Question Would Establish My Name, And The Fact That I've Written Roots, And The Third Question, At Least No Later Than The Fourth Question Would Not Be A Question, So Much As A Statement, Something Like, "we Understand That In America White People Do Such And Such Bad Things To Black People."

Nobody Can Do For Little Children What Grandparents Do. Grandparents Sort Of Sprinkle Stardust Over The Lives Of Little Children.

The Anti-blackness Has Generated New Forms Of Youth Involvement In Anti-whiteness, Which In Some Cases Is Appalling.

I Certainly Wasn't Seeking Any Degree, The Way A College Confers A Status Symbol Upon Its Students. My Homemade Education Gave Me, With Every Additional Book That I Read, A Little Bit More Sensitivity To The Deafness, Dumbness And Blindness That Was Afflicting The Black Race In America. Not Long Ago, An English Writer Telephoned Me, Asking Questions. One Was, "what's Your Alma Mater?" I Told Him, "books.

I Think Most People When You Say Slavery Tend To See A Group Of Anonymous People Pulling Cotton Sacks In Great Plantation Fields, And That Is Largely True.