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(She finally laughs aloud at him and holds out her arms to him and we see that it is a way between them, very old and practiced. He
crosses to her and allows her to embrace him warmly but keeps his face fixed with masculine rigidity. She holds him back from her presently and looks at him and runs her fingers over the features of his face. With utter gentleness—) Now—whose little old angry man are you?
That is just what is wrong with the colored woman in this world … Don’t understand about building their men up and making ’em feel like they somebody. Like they can do something.
Well, being a colored woman, I guess I can’t help myself none.
You a horrible-looking chick at this hour.
or just get married and be quiet …
being a woman who has adjusted to many things in life and overcome many more, her face is full of strength.
(She crosses through the room, goes to the window, opens it, and brings in a feeble little plant growing doggedly in a small pot on the windowsill. She feels the dirt and puts it back out)
Walter Lee say colored people ain’t never going to start getting ahead till they start gambling on some different kinds of things in the world—investments and things.
“Seem like God didn’t see fit to give the black man nothing but dreams—but He did give us children to make them dreams seem worth while.
Not long as I am at the head of this family. BENEATHA Yes, ma’am.
Asagai—I want very much to talk with you. About Africa. You see, Mr. Asagai, I am looking for my identity!”
For a woman it should be enough.
It’s how you can be sure that the world’s most liberated women are not liberated at all. You all talk about it too much!
when I’m downtown and I pass them cool, quiet-looking restaurants where them white boys are sitting back and talking ’bout things … sitting there turning deals worth millions of dollars … sometimes I see guys don’t look much older than me—
When the world gets ugly enough—a woman will do anything for her family. The part that’s already living.
’Cause we all tied up in a race of people that don’t know how to do nothing but moan, pray and have babies!
He always said a man’s hands was made to make
things, or to turn the earth with—not to drive nobody’s car for ’em—or—(She looks at her own hands) carry they slop jars. And my boy is just
THAT MONEY IS MADE OUT OF MY FATHER’S FLESH—
Independence and then what? What about all the crooks and thieves and just plain idiots who will come into power and steal and plunder the same as before—only now they will be black and do it in the name of the new Independence—WHAT ABOUT THEM?!
And it is very odd but those who see the changes—who dream, who will not give up—are called idealists … and those who see only the circle we call them the “realists”!
Then isn’t there something wrong in a house—in a world—where all dreams, good or bad, must depend on the death of a man?
At times it will seem that nothing changes at all … and then again the sudden dramatic events which make history leap into the future.
Child, when do you think is the time to love somebody the most? When they done good and made things easy for everybody? Well then, you ain’t through learning—because that ain’t the time at all. It’s when he’s at his lowest and can’t believe in hisself ’cause the world done whipped him so! When you starts measuring somebody, measure him right, child, measure him right. Make sure you done taken into account what hills and valleys he come through before he got to wherever he is.
proud— LINDNER Well—I am sure that is very nice, but—
