It slaps your dignity just right. I loved the idea of these proud, dignified black men, and I saw the older ones wounded, and it wounded me ten times as much because I couldn't stand seeing them hurt like this.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
So many killings of black men in my lifetime. The physical shock is astounding.
When I think of the trials and tribulations that black men go through in America and that black artists went through, I feel very privileged.
You know what black hatred women feel toward me as soon as they see me, until I return inside my shell, they use every possible weapon. As soon as a generous man tries to help me out, a woman is here to hold his arm and prevent him from acting.
It was natural to see the struggle for dignity for black people in America as a sister struggle of the Jewish struggle. So growing up, it was always a part of my breakfast cereal to think of myself as someone who was part of a larger struggle.
I feel like a lot of black men 'put on' because of what they see and because of what people tell them they have to be.
Until the legacy of remembered and reenacted trauma is taken seriously, black America cannot heal.
The hate and scorn showered on us Negro officers by our fellow Americans convinced me that there was no sense in my dying for a world ruled by them. I made up my mind that if I got through this war I would study law and use my time fighting for men who could not strike back.
Most of today's black convicts have come to understand that they are the most abused victims of an unrighteous order.
I think the brutality is important to convey as part of the story, to see how brutal it is to have these kids in battle with one another.
I never, with my eyes, saw the mistreatment of any black person. Not once. Where we lived was all farmers. The blacks worked for the farmers. I hoed cotton with them. I'm with the blacks, because we're white trash.