All literature is protest.
RICHARD WRIGHTThe 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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What could I dream of that had the barest possibility of coming true?
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Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there.
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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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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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I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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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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I listened, vaguely knowing now that I had committed some awful wrong that I could not undo, that I had uttered words I could not recall even though I ached to nullify them.
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We had our own literature, our own systems of law, religion, medicine, science, and education.
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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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I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate.
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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 could think of nothing. And, slowly, it was upon exactly that nothingness that my mind began to dwell, that constant sense of wanting without having, of being hated without reason.
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Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
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Is not life exactly what it ought to be, in a certain sense? Isn’t it only the naive who find all of this baffling?
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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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