If a man confessed anything on his death bed, it was the truth; for no man could stare death in the face and lie.
Don't leave inferences to be drawn when evidence can be presented.
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
Men simply copied the realities of their hearts when they built prisons.
Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
The white folks like for us to be religious, then they can do what they want to with us.
