What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
RICHARD WRIGHTThe more closely the author thinks of why he wrote, the more he comes to regard his imagination as a kind of self-generating cement which glued his facts together, and his emotions as a kind of dark and obscure designer of those facts.
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We invented a medium of exchange, mined silver and gold, made pottery and cutlery, we fashioned tools and utensils of brass, bronze, ivory, quartz, and granite.
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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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Somewhere in the dead of the southern night my life had switched onto the wrong track and without my knowing it.
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The more closely the author thinks of why he wrote, the more he comes to regard his imagination as a kind of self-generating cement which glued his facts together, and his emotions as a kind of dark and obscure designer of those facts.
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It hugs the easy way of damning those whom it cannot understand, of excluding those who look different, and it salves its conscience with a self-draped cloak of righteousness
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Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there.
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You usually take it for granted and think you know us, but our history is far stranger than you suspect, and we are not what we seem.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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The holy and the evil, the high and the low, the white and the black; our America is frightened of fact, of history, of processes, of necessity.
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But the color of a Negro’s skin makes him easily recognizable, makes him suspect, converts him into a defenseless target
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Anything seemed possible, likely, feasible, because I wanted everything to be possible… Because I had no power to make things happen outside of me in the objective world.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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Each day when you see us black folk upon the dusty land of your farm or upon the hard pavement of your city streets.
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I didn’t know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for ’em.
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