And There Are People Who Want To

Our Sins Describe Us, And Our Prohibitions Describe Our Sins.

I Am Aware Of The Changes, But In No Sense Am I Believer That We Live In A Post-racial Society. That's A Description Of Our Inheritance And That Is Theirs, Which Is Inescapable. It Is Doesn't Matter If You Are From New England Or Mississippi. You're An American. It Doesn't Matter If You Are White, Black, Brown, Or Asian. It Is Part Of American Society. You'd Have To Be Blind, Deaf, Or Dumb Not To Know It. The Emphasis On Color Or The Fear Of It, Is All Part Of The Same Dark Flower. I Am Trying To Point To That And To Bring It All The Way Back From Senegal.

Through Writing, Through That Process, They Realize That They Become More Intelligent, And More Honest And More Imaginative Than They Can Be In Any Other Part Of Their Life.

Driving Home, It's All I Can Do To Keep From Crying. Time's Come, Time's Gone, Time's Never Returning, I Say To Myself. What's Here In Front Of Me Is All I've Got, I Decide, And As I Drive My Car Through The Blowing Snow It Doesn't Seem Like Much, Except For The Kindness That I've Just Exchanged With An Old Lady, So I Concentrate On That.

The 60s Passed And Faded And I Grew Older, And In 1987 Bought A House In Upstate New York, And It Turned Out That John Brown Was Buried Down The Road From My House And That He Had Lived There Longer Than Anywhere Else And His House Was Still Standing.