If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.
RICHARD WRIGHTI was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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We smelted iron, danced, made music and folk poems; we sculpted, worked in glass, spun cotton and wool, wove baskets and cloth.
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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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We had our own civilization in Africa before we were captured and carried off to this land.
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The locomotive of my heart was rushing down a dangerously steep slope, heading for a collision, heedless of the warning red lights that blinked all about me, the sirens and the ells and the screams that filled the air.
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I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true […].
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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 was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
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No matter how much he would long for them to forget him, they would not be able to. His family was a part of him, not only in blood, but in spirit.
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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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If you’ve a notion of what man’s heart is, wouldn’t you say that maybe the whole effort of man on earth to build a civilization is simply man’s frantic and frightened attempt to hide himself from himself?
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Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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