Racists will always call you a racist when you identify their racism. To love yourself now - is a form of racism. We are the only people who are criticized for loving ourselves. and white people think when you love yourself you hate them. No, when I love myself they become irrelevant to me. John Henrik Clarke
Until the philosophy which hold one race superior and another inferior is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned.. Everything is war. Me say war. That until the're no longer 1st class and 2nd class citizens of any nation.. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>Until the color of a...
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Haile Selassie
When youre sharing a foxhole with another man, you don't worry about what color he is, just whether or not he will protect your back
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Lee Benson
As you grow older, you’ll see white men cheat black men every day of your life, but let me tell you something and don’t you forget it–whenever a white man does that to a black man, no matter who he is, how rich he is,...
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Harper Lee
And Charles turned around and called back without thinking, 'You know, you're awfully lucky you boys are white.' He didn't know why he said it. It had broken out of him. He'd wanted to speak with love: that was all that he'd asked for that...
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Kaitlyn Greenidge
Hating people because of their color is wrong. And it doesn't matter which color does the hating. It's just plain wrong.
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Muhammad Ali
More Quotes By John Henrik Clarke
Racists will always call you a racist when you identify their racism. To love yourself now - is a form of racism. We are the only people who are criticized for loving ourselves. and white people think when you love yourself you hate them. No,...
Anytime someone says your God is ugly and you release your God and join their God, there is no hope for your freedom until you once more believe in your own concept of the 'deity.'
A good teacher, like a good entertainer first must hold his audience's attention, then he can teach his lesson.
When I was able to go to school in my early years, my third grade teacher, Ms. Harris, convinced me that one day I would be a writer. I heard her, but I knew that I had to leave Georgia, and unlike my friend Ray...
I saw no African people in the printed and illustrated Sunday school lessons. I began to suspect at this early age that someone had distorted the image of my people. My long search for the true history of African people the world over began.
