316 Quotes About Blacks

Baby, let me tell you what's going to happen. In a few years, there are going to be beautiful posters of Malcolm X, and his photographs will be everywhere. The same people who don't give a damn now will lie and say they always supported him.

Lighting: a hundred Watts Detroit, Newark and New YorkScreeching nerves, exploding mindslives tied toa policeman's whistlea welfare worker's doorbellfinger

Whenever I hear protests from the South that it should be left alone to deal with the Negro question, my thoughts go back to that scene of brutality and savagery. I do not see how a people that can find in its conscience any excuse whatever for slowly burning to death a human being, or for tolerating such an act, can be entrusted with the salvation of a race.

The man was high yellowIn public, afraid of himself, pretending his musicWas material when in fact, it was the opposite:Like a breath that comes so quickly you knowYou’re breathing ether: either atmosphericAnd anonymous as the air against a window,Or indefinite & mute as a curtain of wind.

The Southern whites are not yet living quite in the present age; many of their general ideas hark back to a former century, some of them to the Dark Ages. In the light of other days they are sometimes magnificent. Today they are often cruel and ludicrous.

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There was no need to discuss racial prejudice. Hadn't we all, black and white, just snatched the remaining Jews from the hell of concentration camps? Race prejudice was dead. A mistake made by a young country. Something to be forgiven as an unpleasant act committed by an intoxicated friend.

How's that training coming along, Griff? Good old Max says you're a natural."Turner frowned. Any time a white man asked you about yourself, they were about to fuck you over.

In Stamps the segregation was so complete that most Black children didn't really, absolutely know what whites looked like. Other than that they were different, to be dreaded, and in that dread was included the hostility of the powerless against the powerful, the poor against the rich, the worker against the worked for and the ragged against the well dressed.I remember never believing that whites were really real.