When I Write, I Strain With Every

My Hatred Is A Thousand Times More Powerful Than All Your Good Intentions.

Anti-racist Propaganda Is Relentless And Inescapable, As If The Propagandists Fear That If They Shut Up About It For A Second, They'd Instantly Become Racists Themselves.

If I’d Been Talking About Black Trash, I Might Be Lynched. If I Was Talking About White Trash, I’d Merely Be Another Torchbearer In An Ongoing National Lynching.

He Who Trades His Identity For Money Will One Day Wind Up With Neither.

A Lot Of People Expend Great Time And Effort Explaining Why They Don't Like Me, But None Of Them Ever Try To Explain Why Their Opinion Should Matter To Me. I Think Most Of Them Sense, But Would Never Be Brave Enough To Admit, Their Subordinate Role In The Food Chain Relative To Me.