First, it was not a strip bar, it was an erotic club. And second, what can I say? I'm a night owl.
I promise you a police car on every sidewalk.
This is not a sham, not a game. This is the real stuff.
Why should blacks feel elated about seeing men walk on the moon when millions of poor blacks and whites don't have enough money to buy food to eat on earth?
What dragged me down was not being mayor - it was insecurity, the need to be accepted by everyone, the pleasure syndrome. That's what brought me down.
White folks may let you in their country clubs to play golf, invite you out to dinner, take you out to play tennis, but when it comes to dividing up the money, that's a whole 'nother story.
