That was a bad scene, brother. The sickness and madness of those days—I'm glad to be free of them.
My family was so poor we were close to eating the holes inside of doughnuts.
White America is in the minority.
I think that an objective reader may see how in the society to which I was exposed as a black youth here in America, for me to wind up in a prison was really just about inevitable. It happens to so many thousands of black youth.
Since most New Yorkers had never heard of Lansing, I would name Detroit. Gradually, I began to be called Detroit Red—and it stuck.
To the same degree that your understanding of and attitude towards Afrika becomes more positive, your understanding of and attitude towards yourself will also becomes more positive...