I first heard African drum rhythms and chants at the movies. Then, when I had the opportunity to go to Africa and visit the villages, I heard the real, raw, true rhythms and realised the origins of the old Negro spirituals I grew up with in the South.
Friends, to me for years St. Louis represented a city of fear... humiliation... misery and terror... A city where in the eyes of the white man a Negro should know his place and had better stay in it.
Besides paid white laborers, there was everywhere a class of white servants bound without wages for a term of years, and a more miserable class of Negro slaves.
I got started in Oklahoma. That's where I was born. Population down there is one-third Indians, one-third Negroes and one-third white people.
My grandfather was coloured, my father was Negro, and I am Black.
I know no national boundary where the Negro is concerned. The whole world is my province until Africa is free.
The closer a Negro got to the ballot box, the more he looked like a rapist.
I'm an old fan of the Negro spirituals.
The Negro has been here in America since 1619, a total of 344 years. He is not going anywhere else; this country is his home. He wants to do his part to help make his city, state, and nation a better place for everyone, regardless of color and race.
I went to a segregated school; I was born a Negro, not a black man.
I was glad to play in the Negro Leagues. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
I'm proud of our court. It knocks back a lot of the propaganda the Communists put out about the way America treats her Negroes.
I often wonder whether Negroes like myself who are pretty well known help out at all in breaking down barriers.
I grew up watching those blaxploitation movies. Ron O'Neal, Richard Roundtree, Jim Brown, Pam Grier. For the first time, I saw 'The Negro' get one over on 'The Man.'
The goal of Dr. Martin Luther King is to give Negroes a chance to sit in a segregated restaurant beside the same white man who had brutalized them for 400 years.
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