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.
RICHARD WRIGHT
I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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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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And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
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At the age of twelve I had an attitude toward life that was to endure, that was to make me seek those areas of living that would keep it alive, that was to make me skeptical of everything while seeking everything, tolerant of all and yet critical.
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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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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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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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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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Don’t leave inferences to be drawn when evidence can be presented.
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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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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 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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It made me love talk that sought answers to questions that could help nobody, that could only keep alive in me that enthralling sense of wonder and awe in the face of the drama of human feeling which is hidden by the external drama of life.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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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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I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
RICHARD WRIGHT