Oh, You Young People Act Like Old

My People Have A Country Of Their Own To Go To If They Choose... Africa... But, This America Belongs To Them Just As Much As It Does To Any Of The White Race... In Some Ways Even More So, Because They Gave The Sweat Of Their Brow And Their Blood In Slavery So That Many Parts Of America Could Become Prosperous And Recognized In The World.

I Shall Dance All My Life. . . . I Would Like To Die, Breathless, Spent, At The End Of A Dance.

I Think They Must Mix Blood, Otherwise The Human Race Is Bound To Degenerate. Mixing Blood Is Marvelous. It Makes Strong And Intelligent Men. It Takes Away Tired Spirits.

I Ran Away From St. Louis, And Then I Ran Away From The United States, Because Of That Terror Of Discrimination.

One Day I Realized I Was Living In A Country Where I Was Afraid To Be Black. It Was Only A Country For White People. Not Black. So I Left. I Had Been Suffocating In The United States... A Lot Of Us Left, Not Because We Wanted To Leave, But Because We Couldn't Stand It Anymore... I Felt Liberated In Paris.