Looking at them now as folks chased in and out, getting ready, it was hard for Cora to image a time when the fourteen cabins hadn't been there. For all the wear, the complaints from deep in the wood a...
It wasn't until they were moving again that Cora realized she forgot to ask where they were headed.
In death the negro became a human being. Only then was he the white man’s equal.
I prefer the American spirit, the one that called us from the Old World to the New, to conquer and build and civilize. And destroy that what needs to be destroyed. To lift up the lesser races. If not...
Even angels are animals.
I'm here because I was born here and thus ruined for anywhere else, but I don't know about you.
See chains on another person and be glad they are not your own--such was the good fortune permitted colored people, defined by how much worse it could be at any moment.
Rare frost that morning, the wind howling
Racial violence only becomes more vicious in its expression. It will not abate or disappear, not anytime soon,
Brown hair, pebbly eyes dark beneath his straw hat, drove a team of workhorses from the west. His cheeks were sunburned
A small freedom was the worst punishment of all, presenting the bounty of true freedom into painful relief.
You go on about reasons, Cora said, call things by other names, as if it changes what they are. But that doesn't make them true. ....but we have all been branded, even if you can't see it - inside, if...
Why do you watch TV shows — and keep watching them — if you don't like them? Terence asked.Simple: Some days, all you have is gazing upon horror, and the small comfort of being surprised that it is no...
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, because in the end, whatever goes down, whatever you get up to, your triumphs and transgressions, nobody actually understands what it means except for you.
True, you couldn’t treat an Irishman like an African, white nigger or no.
This city is reward for all it will enable you to achieve and punishment for all the crimes it will force you to commit.
Their lives had been an interminable loop of repeated gestures; now their existences were winnowed to this discrete and eternal moment.
The whites came to this land for a fresh start and to escape the tyranny of their masters, just as the freemen had fled theirs. But the ideals they held up for themselves, they denied others.
Suck it, Entropy. We have an appointment, my old friend, but not today.
She wondered why there were only two kinds of weather: hardship in the morning, and tribulation at night.