The Best Thing About Living... Is The

I Really Do Hate To Sing.

Malcolm X Raised My Consciousness About Myself And My People And Other People More Than Any Person I Know. I Knew Him Before He Became Malcolm X.

Music Became My Refuge And Then My Salvation.

I Remember The Day Tdr. King Died. I Wasn't Angry At The Beginning. It Was Like Something Very Personal In My Life Had Been Touched And Finished.

I Was Unique In That I Was A Kind Of Black That White People Could Accept. I Was Their Daydream. I Had The Worst Kind Of Acceptance Because It Was Never For How Great I Was Or What I Contributed. It Was Because Of The Way I Looked.