The truth is, no one of us can be free until everybody is free.
There will never be a new world order until women are a part of it.
When you put your hand to the plow, you can’t put it down until you get to the end of the row.
The African Americans’ story is one that seems to be a repeated commitment to a scenario for success and failure. With each failure, the blow is that much more traumatizing until finally one reaches a point where there is to some degree an internalization, skepticism, fatalism, and expectation that it isn’t going to work.
Until you understand a writer’s ignorance, presume yourself ignorant of his understanding.
You have to realize that up until about 1959, Africa was dominated by the colonial powers. And by the colonial powers of Europe having complete control over Africa, they projected Africa always in a negative light – jungles, savages, cannibals, nothing civilized.
We will not leave this place until our comrades are free. We are the power here. We are the power.
The good we secure for ourselves is precarious and uncertain until it is secured for all of us and incorporated into our common life.
I say that democracy can never prove itself beyond cavil, until it founds and luxuriantly grows its own forms of art, poems, schools, theology, displacing all that exists, or that has been produced anywhere in the past, under opposite influences.
You do not become a critic until it has been completely established to your own satisfaction that you cannot be a poet.