Ring Shout Quotes

“Girl, every choice we make is a new tomorrow. Whole worlds waiting to be born.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“There were two brothers, Truth and Lie. One day they get to playing, throwing cutlasses up into the air. Them cutlasses come down and fast as can be-swish!-chop each of their faces clean off! Truth bed down, searching for his face. But with no eyes, he can't see. Lie, he sneaky. He snatch up Truth's face and run off! Zip! Now Lie go around wearing Truth's face, fooling everybody he meet.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“Reason and law don’t mean much when white folk want their way.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“Devil wouldn’t be the devil if he didn’t know how to tempt.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“You see, the hate they give is senseless. They already got power. Yet they hate those over who they got control, who don’t really pose a threat to them. Their fears aren’t real—just insecurities and inadequacies. Deep down they know that. Makes their hate like … watered-down whiskey. Now your people!”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“Power to protect. Power to avenge. Power over the life and death of my people. When colored folk ever had anyone offer us so much? When we ever had the power not to be scared no more? Ain’t we been suffering and dying all this time, at the hands of monsters in human form? What difference then if we make a pact with some other monsters? What we owe this world that so despises and brutalizes us? Why lift a hand to save it when it ain’t never done a damn thing to save us?”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“Time to balance the world on the tip of a sword.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“My grandpappy say when we die, we get our wings back, the ones white folk cut off when we come here. Maybe I’ll fly and meet my mama. Or all the way back to Africy.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“I ain’t no scared girl no more. I hunt monsters—they don’t hunt me. So now I’m about to do something real brave or stupid.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“I remember the songs that come with all those visions. Songs full of hurt. Songs of sadness and tears. Songs pulsing with pain. A righteous anger and cry for justice.

But not hate.

They ain’t the same thing. Never was.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“What I have is beautiful music inspired by struggle and fierce love. What he got ain’t nothing but hateful noise. Not a hint of soul to it.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“They say God is good all the time. Seem he also likes irony.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“Y’all got a good reason to hate. All the wrongs been done to you and yours? A people who been whipped and beaten, hunted and hounded, suffered so grievously at their hands. You have every reason to despise them. To loathe them for centuries of depravations. That hate would be so pure, so sure and righteous—so strong!”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“We the trickster—the spider, the rabbit, even the fox. We fool those stronger than us. That’s how we survive. Watch out you don’t get tricked yo’self!”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“The words of the girl, my other self from the dream place, strikes with sudden understanding. The places where we hurt. Where we hurt. Not just me, all of us, colored folk everywhere, who carry our wounds with us, sometimes open for all to see, but always so much more buried and hidden deep. I remember the songs that come with all those visions. Songs full of hurt. Songs of sadness and tears. Songs pulsing with pain. A righteous anger and cry for justice. But not hate.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“This is my pain. My scar to carry. Ain’t theirs to feast on, to suck dry like marrow from a bone. I’ve had enough of monsters, devouring bits of me, trying to eat me up altogether.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“White folk don’t care ’bout pepper and spices. Like they food bland as water.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“Now they really talking crazy. “How can there be more than one tomorrow?”

Auntie Margaret sighs. “Girl, every choice we make is a new tomorrow. Whole worlds waiting to be born.”

“In some, you accept the enemy’s offer, and all is darkness,” Auntie Ondine says. “Always at this point—the tip of the sword on which your world balances.”

I look at Auntie Jadine. What could those things living under Butcher Clyde’s skin offer me to make me betray all I care about?

Power over life and death.

“And if I don’t accept this offer, then we win? No more Ku Kluxes?”

“If you don’t accept,” Auntie Ondine answers, “there is the chance to continue the struggle. The hope at one day seeing victory. No more.”

That don’t seem fair.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“Socialism going to solve white folk?”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“That fluffy white soaked in slave sweat and blood what made this city. Nowadays Macon warehouses still hold cotton, but for local factory mills and railroads. Watching these Klans shamble down the street, I’m reminded of bales of white, still soaked in colored folk sweat and blood, moving for the river.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“Such pain. Sadness for what you lost. Shame at what you could not do. And anger—so much anger. You used that anger, fled from family and friends, then went seeking your vengeance, to etch your own story in blood.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“You ever hear the story of Truth and Lies?' I ask. 'Well, I'll get to the good part. You the Lie.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“What we owe this world that so despises and brutalizes us? Why lift a hand to save it when it ain’t never done a damn thing to save us?”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“Songs full of hurt. Songs of sadness and tears. Songs pulsing with pain. A righteous anger and cry for justice.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“Not just me, all of us, colored folk everywhere, who carry our wounds with us, sometimes open for all to see, but always so much more buried and hidden deep. I remember the songs that come with all those visions. Songs full of hurt. Songs of sadness and tears. Songs pulsing with pain. A righteous anger and cry for justice. But not hate. They ain’t the same thing. Never was.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“That’s science talk for how Klan folk turn Ku Klux. Molly says it’s like an infection, or a parasite. And it feed on hate. She says chemicals in the body change up when you hate strong. When the infection meets that hate, it starts growing until it’s powerful enough to turn the person Ku Klux. Ask me, it’s plain evil them Klans let in, eating them up until they hollow inside. Leave behind bone-white demons who don’t remember they was men.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“With all the flag-waving and cavorting, you might forget they was monsters.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“White folk earn something from that hate. Might not be wages. But knowing we on the bottom and they set above us—just as good, maybe better.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“That’s science talk for how Klan folk turn Ku Klux. Molly says it’s like an infection”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout

“You betrayed us! Ruined our plans! Going to kill you! Then eat you! Make you meat!”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout