The sea always offers up incredible stories of survivors' fortitude. Myths of a lot of countries have variations on that.
Lenin, the greatest theorist of them all, did not know what he was going to do after he had got the power.
I rebel at the notion that I can't be part of other groups, that I can't construct identities through elective affinity, that race must be the most important thing about me. Is that what I want on my gravestone: Here lies an African American?

