304 Quotes About African-americans

Possibly twilight makes blackness dangerousDarkness. Probably all my encounters Are existential jambalaya. Which is to say, A nigga can survive. Something happenedIn Sanford, something happened in FergusonAnd Brooklyn & Charleston, something happenedIn Chicago & Cleveland & Baltimore & happensAlmost everywhere in this country every day.Probably someone is prey in all of our encounters.You won't admit it. The names alive are like the namesIn graves.

There is not a day in my life during which I have not looked at my Black children and worried. There is not a day in my life when I have not made actual prayers on their behalf. Simple prayers for their safety. Simple prayers for their survival.

Mr. Obama has always been at heart a healer, a reconciler eager to find common ground with people who hated him for ideological, political and racial reasons. It is a primary reason for his political success and status today as the most admired political figure in our culture.

I was ten when Mike Smiley, half-Indian, skinny, brown-skinned, brought the word jigaboo to schoollike lunch, or the flu,fed him by his adopted white father who saidthat's what we calledthem then. By noon it was done--everyone had a name for what had beenbothering them, some thing utterly humanas hate.

To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.

It was Mabbie without the grammar school gates.And Mabbie was all of seven.And Mabbie was cut from a chocolate bar. And Mabbie thought life was heaven.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream was a manifestation of hope that humanity might one day get out of its own way by finding the courage to realize that love and nonviolence are not indicators of weakness but gifts of significant strength.

And America, too, is a delusion, the grandest one of all. The white race believes--believes with all its heart--that it is their right to take the land. To kill Indians. Make war. Enslave their brothers. This nation shouldn't exist, if there is any justice in the world, for its foundations are murder, theft, and cruelty. Yet here we are.

It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever feels his twoness,—an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.