anthony: a few years back, i got the words, i am certain of nothing tattooed on my arm. it s what makes travel what it is an endless learning curve, the joy of being wrong, of being confused. africa, more than any other continent, needs to be seen by the world as both the place we all came from and where we are all going.
she is a beast. i still have nightmares to see her hands come down in my face. she took both of my phones so i wouldn t call the police. she burned me on my arm with a hot curler. and her attitude, she went into her mode, oh, shut up, you re not hurt, your teeth wasn t no good anyway, you going to sit there and you going to let me hot curl my hair and get ready before you call the police. i had to give her a bus check to get out of my home and to leave, but she kept hot curling her hair. i asked her for my phones. she said, you keep on, i m going to burn you. i grabbed for my phone while she stood there and hot-curled her hair. she kept laying the curlers on my arm. when she knocked my teeth out one at a time. she was hitting me so hard, i did like this. and she beat the daylights out of me.
brando, sammy davis, eartha kitt, sidney poitier. i saw harry belafonte sitting next to coretta king. i have a childhood thing about not weeping in public. i was concentrating and holding myself together. i did not want to weep for martin. tears seemed futile. but i may also have been afraid, and i could not have been the only one. that if i began to weep i would not be able to stop. i started to cry, and i stumbled. sammy grabbed my arm. the story of the negro in america is the story of america. it is not a pretty story.
the pew before me sat marlon brando, sammy davis, eartha kit. harry belafonte sitting next to loretta king. i have thing about not weeping in product and i was concentrating and holding myself together. i did not want to weep for martin. tears seemed futile. but i may also have been afraid. and i could not have been the only one. that if i began to weep, i would not be able to stop. i started to cry and i stumbled. sammy grabbed my arm. the story of the negro in america is the story of america. it is not a pretty story.
anthony: a few years back, i got the words, i am certain of nothing tattooed on my arm. it s what makes travel what it is an endless learning curve, the joy of being wrong, of being confused. africa, more than any other continent, needs to be seen by the world as both the place we all came from and where we are all going.