Jeff

“To be there in that stinking cell on a dirty cot with a poor, baldheaded, hairy-handed goat, you couldn't chalk that off to atmosphere.”
― Elliott Chaze, Black Wings Has My Angel

“But that’s the thing. You can play one part in life, but you can’t be that thing. You just playing it. You’re not real. I was a Negro above all else, and Negroes plays their part, too: Hiding. Smiling. Pretending bondage is okay till they’re free, and then what? Free to do what? To be like the white man? Is he so right? Not according to the Old Man. It occurred to me then that you is everything you are in this life at every moment. And that includes loving somebody. If you can’t be your own self, how can you love somebody? How can you be free? That pressed on my heart like a vice right then. Just mashed me down.”
― James McBride, The Good Lord Bird

“But for a society built on exploitation, there is no greater threat than having no one left to oppress. And now, if nothing else is done, Syl Anagist must again find a way to fission its people into subgroups and create reason for conflict among them.”
― N.K. Jemisin, The Stone Sky

“MacIntosh was barefoot and wearing nothing but a pair of khaki shorts whose fly was unbuttoned and under which he wore no underwear, so that his penis was no more secret than the pendulum of a grandfather clock.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Galápagos