I Grew Up In A School System

Without Compromise Repression Would Be Defeated. Just As Some Cancers Feed On Hormones, Compromise Becomes The Hormone Of Oppression.

Wherever I Found Resistance To Oppression, Whether In Africa, In Latin America, Certainly Here In America In The South, I Joined That Resistance. I Took Part In The Labor Movement, In Social Movements, In The Church Community. I Felt That It Was The Honorable Thing To Do And Still Do.

In Poor Environment, I Find Great Inspiration. Many Of The Men And Women Whom I Admire As Artists, The Things They Write, The Songs They Sing, The Admission Is Filled With Inspired Moments To Overcome Oppression.

Many Who Have Nothing Opposed To The Few Who Have Everything, And As Long As These Disparities Remain, As Long As These Distances Remain Between People And Forces, I Think We'll Be In A Perpetual State Of Upheaval.

I Grew Up In A School System . . . Where Nobody Understood The Meaning Of Learning Disorder. In The West Indies, I Was Constantly Being Physically Abused Because The Whipping Of Students Was Permitted.