My Autobiography Was Simply The Story Of

In America, It Is Difficult To Be Your Own Man.

But Perhaps More Important, As Someone Wishing To Make A Comment Or Two About Contemporary Life And Values, I Don't Have To Dig Through Libraries Or Travel To Exotic Lands To Arrive At A View Of Our Modern Situation Refracted Through The Lens Of The Preindustrial World, Or The Uncommercialized, Unfranchised, Perhaps Unsanitized-and Therefore Supposedly More "authentic"-perspective Ofthe Third World. Very Simply, This Is Because That "other" World, As Alien As If Separated By Centuries In Time, Is The One From Which I Came

Accept That Environment Compromises Values Far More Than Values Do Their Number On Environment.

My Father Was The Quintessential Husband And Dad.

I Didn't Run Into Racism Until We Moved To Nassau When I Was Ten And A Half, But It Was Vastly Different From The Kind Of Horrendous Oppression That Black People In Miami Were Under When I Moved There At 15. I Found Florida An Antihuman Place.