Is That What They Call

I'm Not Intimidated By Anyone. Everyone Is Made With Two Arms, Two Legs, A Stomach And A Head. Just Think About That.

My People Have A Country Of Their Own To Go To If They Choose... Africa... But, This America Belongs To Them Just As Much As It Does To Any Of The White Race... In Some Ways Even More So, Because They Gave The Sweat Of Their Brow And Their Blood In Slavery So That Many Parts Of America Could Become Prosperous And Recognized In The World.

You Must Get An Education. You Must Go To School, And You Must Learn To Protect Yourself. And You Must Learn To Protect Yourself With The Pen, And Not The Gun.

I Have Never Really Been A Great Artist. I Have Been A Human Being That Has Loved Art, Which Is Not The Same Thing. But I Have Loved And Believed In Art And The Idea Of Universal Brotherhood So Much, That I Have Put Everything I Have Into Them, And I Have Been Blessed.

One Day I Realized I Was Living In A Country Where I Was Afraid To Be Black. It Was Only A Country For White People. Not Black. So I Left. I Had Been Suffocating In The United States... A Lot Of Us Left, Not Because We Wanted To Leave, But Because We Couldn't Stand It Anymore... I Felt Liberated In Paris.