I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
RICHARD WRIGHTWe 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.
More Richard Wright Quotes
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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 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 was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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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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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 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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The spirit I had caught gave me insight into the suffering of others, made me gravitate toward those whose feelings were like my own, made me sit for hours while others told me of their lives, made me strangely tender and cruel, violent and peaceful.
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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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Don’t leave inferences to be drawn when evidence can be presented.
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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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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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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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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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Pity can purge us of hostility and arouse feelings of identification with the characters, but it can also be a consoling reassurance which leads us to believe that we have understood, and that, in pitying, we have even done something to right a wrong.
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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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