Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
RICHARD WRIGHTBut to feel that there was feeling denied me, that the very breath of life itself was beyond my reach, that more than anything else hurt, wounded me. I had a new hunger.
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A mode of being that the way of life about me had said could not be, must not be, and upon which the penalty of death had been placed.
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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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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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In me was shaping a yearning for a kind of consciousness.
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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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We black and they white. They got things and we ain’t. They do things and we can’t. It’s just like livin’ in jail.
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Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there.
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And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
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They hate because they fear, and they fear because they feel that the deepest feelings of their lives are being assaulted and outraged.
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He had lived and acted on the assumption that he was alone, and now he saw that he had not been. What he had done made others suffer.
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We had our own literature, our own systems of law, religion, medicine, science, and education.
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It had been only through books-at best, no more than vicarious cultural transfusions-that I had managaed to keep myself alive in a negatively vital way.
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I knew that I lived in a country in which the aspirations of black people were limited, marked-off. Yet I felt that I had to go somewhere and do something to redeem my being alive.
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The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
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If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.
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