Sublime

This position reflects acute fright or a faulty reasoning, for once again it ascribes false power to difference.

The severe abstinence of the ascetic becomes the ruling obsession. And it is one not of self-discipline but of self-abnegation.

The white fathers told us: I think, therefore I am. The Black mother within each of us — the poet — whispers in our dreams: I feel, therefore I can be free.

because I am fascinated by how we interact with each other.

In a society where the good is defined in terms of profit rather than in terms of human need, there must always be some group of people who, through systematized oppression, can be made to feel surplus, to occupy the place of the dehumanized inferior.

The oppression of women knows no ethnic nor racial boundaries, true, but that does not mean it is identical within those differences.

Survival isn’t some theory operating in a vacuum. It’s a matter of my everyday living and making decisions.

deep common ground and interwoven kinship among all things and people.