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As slaves we were this countrys first windfall, the down payment of its freedom. After the ruin and the liberation of the Civil War came Redemption for the unrepentant South and Reunion, and our bodies became this countrys second mortgage. In the New Deal we were their gestroom, their finished basement. And today, with a sprawling prison system, which has turned the warehousing of black bodies into job programs for Dreamers and lucrative for Dreamers; today when 8 percent of the worlds prisoners are black men, our bodies has refinanced the Dream of being white. Black life is cheap, but in America black bodies are a natural resource of incomparable value.

The robbery of time is not measured in lifespans but in moments.

You can not forget how much they took from us and how they transfigured our bodies into sugar, tobacco, cotton and gold.

Anyone can make a baby, but it takes a man to be a father.

Good intentions is a hall pass through history a sleeping pill that ensures the Dream.

The world, the real one, civilization secured and ruled by savage means.

I was a curious boy but the schools were not concerned with curiosity. They were concerned with compliance.

I remember being amazed that death could so easily rise up from the nothing of a boyish afternoon, billow up like fog.