I didn’t know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for ’em.
RICHARD WRIGHTWhenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
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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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I made things happen within. Because my environment was bare and bleak,
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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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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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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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Goddamnit, look! We live here and they live there.
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Our too-young and too-new America, lusty because it is lonely, aggressive because it is afraid, insists upon seeing the world in terms of good and bad.
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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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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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And they do not know why; they are powerless pawns in a blind play of social forces.
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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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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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It was not a matter of believing or disbelieving what I read, but of feeling something new, of being affected by something that made the look of the world different.
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