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.
RICHARD WRIGHTAll literature is protest.
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Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
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We had our own literature, our own systems of law, religion, medicine, science, and education.
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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 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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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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I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .
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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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I was taking a part of the South to transplant in alien soil, to see if it could grow differently, if it could drink of new and cool rains, bend in strange winds, respond to the warmth of other suns and, perhaps, to bloom
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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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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 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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Kill them, turn back time to the moment before I had talked so that I could have another chance to save myself.
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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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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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