316 Quotes About Blacks

Three days later when his body was found they wanted to bury him in Mississippi. I wanted him home in Chicago. I wanted the world to see what they did to my boy. I wanted Emmett's death to be the last death. I wanted Emmett's death to kill American innocence. I wanted Emmett's death to be not only the death of my boy but the death of innocence. I wanted Mississippi, I wanted America, to give us justice. And I prayed that I would live long enough to see it.

Don't you believe in nonviolence?' I asked."'Yes,' said Miss Minnie, 'when the other parties are nonviolent, too. But when I have just come out of a funeral parlor from looking at a little small black boy shot three times by a full-grown cop, I think it is about time I raised my pocketbook and strike at least one blow for freedom.

This is for equality ... men and women ... blacks and whites ... jews and arabs ... oriental-occidental ... dreamers and the blind ... brilliant and the dumb ... all equal because we have decided ... they are equal ... it's a good system ...

My mother grew morning glories that spilled onto the walkway toward her porchBecause she was a woman with land who showed as much by giving it color.She told me I could have whatever I worked for. That means she was an American.But she’d say it was because she believedIn God. I am ashamed of AmericaAnd confounded by God.

The black women of America have as much right to all rights as white women have, without putting on any foreign robes to get them. I love Africa, but I was born in Florida, U.S.A., America. Of my African blood I am proud, but I want American rights. Of my black face I have no shame, therefore I have the right to want the right to show my face anyplace in America any other folks show their face.

I am a black woman tall as a cypress strong beyond all definition still defying place and timeand circumstance assailed impervious indestructibleLook on me and berenewed

I remained abroad ten months, which was much longer than I had anticipated. During all that time, I never saw the slightest symptom of prejudice against color. Indeed, I entirely forgot it, till the time came for us to return to America.... We had a tedious winter passage, and from the distance spectres seemed to rise up on the shores of the United States. It is a sad feeling to be afraid of one's native country.

A finger is a gun-- a wallet is a gun, skin a shiny pistol,a demon, a barrelalready ready--hands updon't shoot--

today, i am a black woman in a body of coali am always burning and no one knows my namei am a nameless fury, i am a blues scratched fromthe throat of ms. nina—i am always angryi am always a bumble hive of helloi love like this too loudly, my neighborsthink i am an unforgiving bitter sometimes, i think my neighbors are right most times i think my neighbors are nosey