It's Fascinating How Life Works.

My Family And Our Neighbors And Friends Thought Of Africa And Its Africans As Extensions Of The Stereotyped Characters That We Saw In Movies And On Television In Films Such As 'tarzan' And In Programs Such As 'ramar Of The Jungle' And 'sheena, Queen Of The Jungle.'

My Earliest Childhood Memory Is Of My Father Going Crazy When The Giants Won The World Series In 1954. He Started Whoopin' And Hollerin' And Jumpin' Up And Down All Around The Living Room. I Started Crying Because He Scared Me To Death.

There Are Two Things That Have Always Haunted Me: The Brutality Of The European Traders And The Stories I've Heard About Africans Selling Other Africans Into Slavery.

I Want To Be Black, To Know Black, To Luxuriate In Whatever I Might Be Calling Blackness At Any Particular Time, But To Do So In Order To Come Out On The Other Side, To Experience A Humanity That Is Neither Colorless Nor Reducible To Color.

The Thing About Living In A Village At The Foot Of A Mountain Is That The World For You Becomes, Without Thinking About It, Self-contained. People Are Of Two Kinds, Really: From The Valley, And From Elsewhere.