What I've always said is that I'm opposed to institutional racism, and I would've, had I've been alive at the time, I think, had the courage to march with Martin Luther King to overturn institutional racism, and I see no place in our society for institutional racism.
Racism is still with us. But it is up to us to prepare our children for what they have to meet, and, hopefully, we shall overcome.
We have two evils to fight, capitalism and racism. We must destroy both racism and capitalism.
The policemen or soldiers are only a gun in the establishments hand. They make the racist secure in his racism.
It is only human supremacy, which is as unacceptable as racism and sexism, that makes us afraid of being more inclusive.
I was born and raised in the oldest settled part of the nation and in an environment in which racism was officially mooted.
We African Americans have now spent the major part of the 20th Century battling racism.
The fact is that racism, despite all the doomsayers, has diminished.
Sexism, like racism, goes with us into the next century. I see class warfare as overshadowing both.
My encounters with racism are sort of second-hand situations where I might be standing around with a group of white friends and someone makes a comment that they wouldn't make at my family reunion.
However, while we should certainly celebrate the demise of overt official racism, we must also critically examine where we are at this historical moment, recognize the many challenges ahead and reaffirm our commitment to making Brown v. Board a reality.
I look at an ant and I see myself: a native South African, endowed by nature with a strength much greater than my size so I might cope with the weight of a racism that crushes my spirit.
But, on the other hand, I get bored with racism too and recognize that there are still many things to be said about a Black person and a White person loving each other in a racist society.
Black writers, of whatever quality, who step outside the pale of what black writers are supposed to write about, or who black writers are supposed to be, are condemned to silences in black literary circles that are as total and as destructive as any imposed by racism.
Racism isn't born, folks, it's taught. I have a two-year-old son. You know what he hates? Naps! End of list.