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“but I realized now that I was already unable to remember what this thing called a rose had looked like.”

#fridayreads @deray We have to name what we fight for, the world we want, a world we have not yet seen.

Truth is never perfect, never squares with our expectations. Truth always poses doubts and questions. Only lies are one hundred percent believable, because they don’t need to justify reality, they simply have to tells us what we want to hear.

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Life is unpredictable," I said, "and we are not always the people we think we are. If we're unlucky, that's when we discover it. When something like that happens, you have two choices." ... "You can admit the error and resolve never to repeat it, or you can refuse to admit error and throw every effort behind insisting you were right to do what you did, and would gladly do it again."

As a grown woman, I would have said to my father that there are true things in this world observed only by a single set of eyes.

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“IT’S STRANGE, HOW YOU GO from being a person who is away from home to a person with no home at all. The place that is supposed to want you has pushed you out. No other place takes you in. You are unwanted, by everyone. You are a refugee.”

Bad luck, it falls on people every day. It’s always on deck, it’s always just waiting. The worst thing, the thing that scares me the most is that you never know who or when it’s going to hit.

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I was going to die, if not sooner than later, whether or not I had ever spoken myself. My silences has not protected me. Your silence will not protect you.

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Right from adolescence the idea was planted in our malleable minds that the most significant thing in the world was war, that war was not only permissible but desirable, as the greatest of exploits it profited the homeland and therefore the most important duty for any man or country was to gain victory, whatever this took, whatever the price—10,000, 100,000, a million men.

Once again we breathe the same oppressive atmosphere, feel the same emotions, in the feverish anxiety of these fateful days. You confront your memories of that time, in the light of a far clearer knowledge, purer, and naturally you are led to compare the onset of the last war ... We realize with horror the analogy of the situation then with now and, with still greater horror, the contrast between yesterday and today.

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“In fact, the brutal battering he suffered at the hands of the Baldwin crew offers an important lesson to white people about how to start real change. And that involves sitting on your white ass and finally, as black folk have been forced to do, listening, and listening, and listening, and listening some more.”

“I’ll greet the sun again.
I’ll greet the stream that flowed within me,
the clouds that were my tallest thoughts,
the aspens in the garden
that endured seasons of drought with me,
the flock of crows
that brought me the scent of the fields at night,
my mother who lived in the mirror and
reflected the face of my old age,
the burning womb
my lust has filled with green seeds.
I’ll greet them all again.

#fridayreads If La's particular obsession was the precise moment at which blue becomes green, mine had to do with books, words, paragraphs, and the ways they fit together on a page, nestled next to each other, waiting like time bombs. The greatest thing about America to me was the constant availability of books. The first time I walked into an American library, bells rang and cherubs sang about my head.

“She was beginning to learn the danger of silence, and that someone who wishes to hear a yes ­will not go out of his way to listen for a no.”

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Dear, honored bookcase, I salute thy existence, which for over one hundred years has served the glorious ideals of goodness and justice; thy silent appeal to fruitful endeavor, unflagging in the course of a hundred years, tearfully sustaining through generations of our family, courage and faith in a better future, and fostering in us ideals of goodness and social consciousness...