One of my kids was born in 1968. There were going to be political difficulties, but they were never going to have that level of hatred and contempt that my brothers and my sister and myself were exposed to.
Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.
Everywhere, everywhere, children are the scorned people of the earth.
No one ever talks about the moment you found that you were white. Or the moment you found out you were black. That's a profound revelation. The minute you find that out, something happens. You have to renegotiate everything.
As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a little before you think.
At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.
