I'm Proud Of 'miracle At St. Anna'

You Know What Needs To Be Done When You're A Writer. You Know What The Job Is, Particularly If You're An African American Writer, Or If You Deal With People, Or If Your Subjects Are Poor People Or People Who Need Voice. So You Don't Really Need To Know Whether Or Not You Are Doing The Right Thing. What You Have To Be Wary Of If You're Doing The Right Thing To The Right Level That Will Surpass Your Own Life. I'm Hoping That My Work Will Surpass My Own Life.

I Asked Her If I Was Black Or White. She Replied "you Are A Human Being. Educate Yourself Or You'll Be A Nobody!

Family Is The Last And Greatest Discovery. It Is Our Last Miracle.

Sometimes It Seemed Like The Truth Was A Bandy-legged Soul Who Dashed From One Side Of The World To The Other And I Could Never Find Him.

...since I Was A Little Boy, She Had Always Wanted Me To Go. She Was Always Sending Me Off On A Bus Someplace, To Elementary School, To Camp, To Relatives In Kentucky, To College. She Pushed Me Away From Her Just As She'd Pushed My Elder Siblings Away When We Lived In New York, Literally Shoving Them Out The Front Door When They Left For College.