A Raisin in the Sun

by Lorraine Hansberry

You look young this morning, baby.

Can't tell if this is supposed to be an insult or a compliment.

I dissected something that looked just like you yesterday.

“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.”

I know he’s rich. He knows he’s rich, too.

you people

If this man says "you people" one more time... ;(

He said everybody ought to learn how to sit down and hate each other with good Christian fellowship.

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. And then quiet again. Retrogression even. Guns, murder, revolution. And I even will have moments when I wonder if the quiet was not better than all that death and hatred.

Never be afraid to sit awhile and think.

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.

George Murchison! I wouldn’t marry him if he was Adam and I was Eve!