When You Know My Love, My Love

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 Never Thought About Myself As An Activist When We Were Coming Along. I Wasn't A Joiner. You Know, I Love The People I Love. I Didn't Care Whether - They Could Be A Democrat, Republican, Communist, You Know, And Anything But A Racist.

Among Whom The Gods Bless, High On The List Are The Music People, Who Tune Into Celestial Vibe-brations And Give Mortals A Taste Of Immortal Sensations.

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.

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.