“He utterly honored his sorrow, gave in to it with such deep and boundless weeping that it seemed as I stood there he was the bravest man I had ever known.” HonestySorrowBraveryCryingWeepingSelf Honesty Book:Whatever Happened to Interracial Love? Source: Whatever Happened to Interracial Love?
“... then came a period when nothing soothed me ... there was no balm in the festive herbal splendor of my kitchen, no balm in the exhaustive evening showers before and after the Brooklyn Bridge excursion ... the waking hours weighted themselves between my legs, and there was no relief in sight .. I took to the reading of memoirs ... it was one of my finer moments when I discovered that no human life escapes the tribulation of solitude ...” ReadingSadnessLonelinessSolitudeDepressionMemoirsTribulations Book:Whatever Happened to Interracial Love? Source: Whatever Happened to Interracial Love?
“To be so nurtured; to know day after day only comfort, love; to feel your home a happy place where joy and justice meet--this has always seemed to me the greatest gift imaginable.” LoveJoyJusticeFamilyComfortNurturingHappy Families Book:Whatever Happened to Interracial Love? Source: Whatever Happened to Interracial Love?
“He remembers everything. He has a perfect smell for death and pain, the thousand and one slights that have colored his life, the happiness snatched before he could taste it. He perseveres and remembers.” PainDeathLossGriefPerseveranceMemoryUnhappiness Book:Whatever Happened to Interracial Love? Source: Whatever Happened to Interracial Love?
“Because, you know, a colored woman with class is still an exceptional creature; and a colored woman with class, style, poetry, taste, elegance, repartee, and haute cuisine is an almost nonexistent species.” WomenClassStyleTasteBlack WomenAfrican AmericansBlacksAfrican American Women Book:Whatever Happened to Interracial Love? Source: Whatever Happened to Interracial Love?
“Louise lives on excellent terms with her solitude.” HappinessSolitudeBeing Alone Book:Whatever Happened to Interracial Love? Source: Whatever Happened to Interracial Love?
“I was never a pleasure to have around ... too moody ... an intimidating nuisance flyleafing his way across time on a whim, any old whim ...” MoodsMoodinessNuisances Book:Whatever Happened to Interracial Love? Source: Whatever Happened to Interracial Love?
“It is a time that calls forth the most picturesque of metaphors, for we are swimming along in the mythical underbelly of America ... there where it is soft and prickly, where you may rub your nose against the grainy sands of illusion and come up bleeding.” RealityAmericaIllusionAmerican DreamMetaphors Book:Whatever Happened to Interracial Love? Source: Whatever Happened to Interracial Love?
“It's 1963: we're in the year of prophetic fulfillment. The last revival meeting is at hand, where the sons took up the cross of the fathers. White sons went forth to the dirt roads of Georgia and Alabama to prove to their fathers that the melting pot could still melt. "Negro" sons went forth to the Woolworths and Grants and Greyhounds of America to prove to their fathers that they could eat and sit and ride as well in the front as in the back, as well seated as standing.” RaceActivismCivil RightsProtestBlacksSegregationRace RelationsCivil Rights MovementWhites1963 Book:Whatever Happened to Interracial Love? Source: Whatever Happened to Interracial Love?