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“Now we are beginning to ask the crucial question. If it is natural to be black and red or brown or yellow and if it is beautiful to resist oppression and if it is gorgeous to be of color and walking around free, then where does the problem lie? Who are these people that kill our children in the night?”

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Book:Taking the Arrow Out of the Heart
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Taking the Arrow Out of the Heart

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Alice Walker
Alice Walker

Alice Walker is a renowned American author born on February 9, 1944. Her works are known for their profound social criticism and feminist ideas, with notable titles including 'The Color Purple' and 'Beloved'. more

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