In The Bush, Trust No One You

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."

Raw, Naked Truth Exchanged Between The Black Man And The White Man Is What A Whole Lot More Of Is Needed In This Country - To Clear The Air Of The Racial Mirages, Cliches, And Lies That This Country's Very Atmosphere Has Been Filled With For Four Hundred Years.

Either You Deal With What Is The Reality, Or You Can Be Sure That The Reality Is Going To Deal With You.

It's Always Intrigued Me That Amidst The Group Called Slaves There Were Individuals Who Were Extremely Able, Who Were Extremely Colorful, Who Were Powerful Personalities, Who By No Means Fit The Usual Images Of Slaves. They Were People Who, Through Their Personalities And Abilities, Were Very Respected In The Community Where They Lived By Both Black And White.

Roots Is Not Just A Saga Of My Family. It Is The Symbolic Saga Of A People.