My Autobiography Was Simply The Story Of

I Had Chosen To Use My Work As A Reflection Of My Values.

I Couldn't Adjust To The Racism In Florida. It Was So Blatant... I Had Never Been So Described As Florida Described Me.

I Lived In A Country Where I Couldn't Live Where I Wanted To Live. I Lived In A Country Where I Couldn't Go Where I Wanted To Eat. I Lived In A Country Where I Couldn't Get A Job, Except For Those Put Aside For People Of My Colour Or Caste.

I Don't Very Often Read Novels.

I Was Fortunate Enough To Have Been Raised To A Certain Point Before I Got Into The Race Thing. I Had Other Views Of What A Human Is, So I Was Never Able To See Racism As The Big Question. Racism Was Horrendous, But There Were Other Aspects To Life.