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?
“Our grandfathers had to run, run, run. My generation's out of breath. We ain't running no more.”
“After we have calmly stood by and allowed monopolies to grow fat, we should not be asked to make them bloated.”