We Give Our Dead To The Orchards

I Wanted To Write A Novel That Would Make Others Feel The History: The Pain And Fear That Black People Have Had To Live Through In Order To Endure.

Religion Kept Some Of My Relatives Alive, Because It Was All They Had. If They Hadn't Had Some Hope Of Heaven, Some Companionship In Jesus, They Probably Would Have Committed Suicide, Their Lives Were So Hellish.

Choose Your Leaders With Wisdom And Forethought. To Be Led By A Coward Is To Be Controlled By All That The Coward Fears. To Be Led By A Fool Is To Be Led By The Opportunists Who Control The Fool. To Be Led By A Thief Is To Offer Up Your Most Precious Treasures To Be Stolen. To Be Led By A Liar Is To Ask To Be Told Lies. To Be Led By A Tyrant Is To Sell Yourself And Those You Love Into Slavery.

Here I Was Into Astronomy, And Here Into Anthropology, And There I Go Into Geology. It Was Much More Fun To Be Able To Research And Write About Whatever I Wanted To.

The Child In Each Of Us Knows Paradise. Paradise Is Home. Home As It Was Or Home As It Should Have Been. Paradise Is One's Own Place, One's Own People, One's Own World, Knowing And Known, Perhaps Even Loving And Loved. Yet Every Child Is Cast From Paradise- Into Growth And New Community, Into Vast, Ongoing Change.