The Kind Of Beauty I Want Most

We Both Grew Up In The Atmosphere Of Struggle, Both Ossie And Me, ... I Come Out Of Harlem And Harlem Comes Out Of Me - Wailing Police Sirens And Street Parties, Rumors And Landlords, That Cultural, Spiritual Scene. And Ossie Came Up From The South, Where Struggle And Dying Were Part Of Everyday Life. That Is Who We Are.

I Don't Want To Have My Children Have To Get Dressed Up To Go Out To Say Good Morning And Deserve To Live Among Some Other People. I Want To Be Able To Be Free And Take For Granted That My Neighbors Like Me And I Like Them.

Art Is In The Process Of Redefining Our Relationships To Each Other ... The Creative Minds Are Bubbling, Bubbling, And I Know The Soup That's Coming Up Next Time Is Going To Feed A Lot More Of Us.

God, Make Me So Uncomfortable That I Will Do The Very Thing I Fear.

My Dream Was I Was Going To Be An Actor. Racism Occurred To Me. It Dawned On Me That I Would Not Be An Actor. It Occurred To Me That I Was Not White. It Occurred To Me That Being What They Call Colored, Being A Negro, Was Some Kind Of A Disadvantage.