Prisons are like the concentration camps of our time. So many go in and never come out, and primarily they're black and Latino.

It's from our sufferings that we form our consciousness.

Our time on Earth is so random.

I spent a lot of time feeling alienated and rejected.

I was literally the black sheep of the family, and there were definitely moments of discomfort while my grandmother was working through her racism.

He main retain his human dignity even in a concentration camp. Dostoevsky said once, 'There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings'.