the history of mankind is little else than a record of crimes
Thursday, September 30, 2010
I know the deafness of white ears
I am sambo, the shine,
In the St. Regis Iridium,
The Cotton Club,
The Terrace Room of the New Yorker.
I am the nigger, the black son of a bitch,
From the Florida Keys to Caribou, Maine;
From the Golden Gate
To the Statue of Liberty.
I know the deafness of white ears,
The hate of white faces,
The venom of white tongues,
The torture of white hands.
A Gallery of Harlem Portraits
(University of Missouri Press, 1979).
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