I had wanted a tape recorder since I was tiny. I thought it was a magic thing. I never got one until just before I went to art school.
I nursed men back to sanity who were driven to despair. I solicited clothes for the ragged children, for the desperate mothers. I laid out the dead, the martyrs of the strike.
Nothing is out of our realm, because it has nothing to do with color. As black people, we're not different from anyone else, other than the exterior.

