Ta-Nehisi Coates Quote
Ours. By then I’d read Chancellor Williams, J. A. Rogers, and John Jackson—writers central to the canon of our new noble history. From them I knew that Mansa Musa of Mali was black, and Shabaka of Egypt was black, and Yaa Asantewaa of Ashanti was black—and the black race was a thing I supposed existed from time immemorial, a thing that was real and mattered.
Ta-Nehisi Coates
Ours. By then I’d read Chancellor Williams, J. A. Rogers, and John Jackson—writers central to the canon of our new noble history. From them I knew that Mansa Musa of Mali was black, and Shabaka of Egypt was black, and Yaa Asantewaa of Ashanti was black—and the black race was a thing I supposed existed from time immemorial, a thing that was real and mattered.
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