. . . "the good old days." The only good days are ahead.

. . . it's a poor kind of man that won't fight for his own freedom.

It becomes almost second nature to be on guard against the creative pattern of our own thought.

. . . and realizing there is no such thing as the Black experience. . . . Time and events allow for change on both sides.

The twisted circumstances under which we live is grist for the writing mill, the loving, hating and discovering, finding new handles for old pitchers . . .

The Black writer explains pain to those who inflict it.