Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Between the world and me - Ta Nehisi Coates.


Do not speak to me of martyrdom,
of men who die to be remembered
on some parish day.
I dont belive in dying
though, I too shall die 
                                                               - Sonia Sanchez

But race is the child of racism , not the father

The schools were not concerned with curiosity , they were concerned with compliance.

My work is to give you what I know of my own particular path while allowing you to walk your own.

I grew up in a house between love and feature. But this girl...revealed something else-- that love be soft and understanding; that soft or hard, love was an act of heroism .- pg 61.

Everything that was the past seemed to be another life. There was before you, and then there was after, and in this after you were the God I've never had  - (about his son) - pg 67.

I wanted you to know that the world in its entirety could never be found in the schools, alone , nor on
streets along, not in the trophy case -- pg 68

Most of us are forced to drink our travestieds straight and smile about it - pg 83.


--- Incomplete (to be ready some day ).



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