I Didn't Really Understand Racism Because I

Out Of The Corner Of One Eye, I Could See My Mother. Out Of The Corner Of The Other Eye, I Could See Her Shadow On The Wall, Cast There By The Lamplight. It Was A Big And Solid Shadow, And It Looked So Much Like My Mother That I Became Frightened. For I Could Not Be Sure Whether For The Rest Of My Life I Would Be Able To Tell When It Was Really My Mother And When It Was Really Her Shadow Standing Between Me And The Rest Of The World.

The Truth We Have To Face About The World We Live In Is That It's Driven By Profit, And Contradictions And Doubts Are Not Profitable. They Yield Wisdom, But Wisdom Is Not Profitable. I Find Pleasure In Doubt, But Let's Face It, My Pleasure Is Not Very Profitable. To Me, The Truth Is That Things Mean Many Things At Once, And All Of Them Opposed To Each Other, And All Of Them True.

If I Actually Ran The World, I'd Do It From The Kitchen. It's Not Anything Deliberate Or A Statement Or Anything, That's Just How I Understand Things. It's Arranged Along Informal Lines.

America Is Not So Much A Country As It Is An Idea, And That Must Be Why So Many People Are Drawn To It, The Idea Of It, The Idea That You Might Be Free Of Your Past, Free Of The Traditions That Kept You In Your Own Traditions - That Is The Idea Of It: Freedom From Your Very Own Self.

It's Not That I'm A Very Good Person. It's That I Think I Should At Least Look At The Ways In Which I Am Not A Good Person, The Ways In Which I So Readily Become The Person Who Would Not Notice That The Wonderful Clothing I'm Wearing Someone Is Probably Dying For.