There won't be any more white folks around who think the 1950s were the good old days, because there won't be any more white folks around who actually remember them.

Ignorance of how we are shaped racially is the first sign of privilege. In other words. It is a privilege to ignore the consequences of race in America.

Standing still is never an option so long as inequities remain embedded in the very fabric of the culture.

If you want to know if racism is a problem in your country, you might not want to ask white people.

Too often, systems of oppression turn those who are the targets of the oppression against one another.

Precisely because white denial has long trumped claims of racism, people of color tend to underreport their experiences with racial bias rather than exaggerate them.

You can't organize people if you don't love them. And however hard it can be to love the racist you come in contact with; doing so is the first obligation of a white antiracist.

The denial of racism is a form of racism itself.

I think for folks of color the key to combatting racism period is a) trusting their instincts and b) solidarity with one another.

Violating the 4th Amendment guarantees against illegal searches and seizures is not the way to solve crime problems.

It's hard to say when or if we will actually arrive at that place called 'post-racial', or, better yet, post-racism.

We ask only to be reassuredAbout the noises in the cellarAnd the window that should not have been open

I'm proud of you. You could have run away, but you didn't. That's what most of us do when we have to face a giant.

All husbands are alike but they have different faces so you can tell them apart.

In fair weather prepare for foul.

Love begins by taking care of the closest ones - the ones at home.

As leaves move in the wind, your mind moves with your breath.

I was raised to feel that doing nothing was a sin. I had to learn to do nothing.

I dont know how to say this but... I LOVE YOU

If we were good at everything we would have no need for each other.

Ecstasy and vulnerability belonged in the same dish. The fear the cup would be snatched away was what gave the wine its savor.