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These figures are black, yet they are not like negroes. I have never seen their like." "Let
In America, the traditional routes to black identity have hardly been normal. Suicide (disappearance by imitation, or willed extinction), violence (hysterical religiosity, crime, armed revolt), and exemplary moral courage; none of these is normal.
Be Black, buy Black, think Black, and all else will take care of itself.
Mama, black and white is boring, deep within the gray is where the real action is.
Black is the hardest color in the world to get right-except for gray ...
The essential element in the black art of obscurantism is not that it wants to darken individual understanding, but that it wants to blacken our picture of the world, and darken our idea of existence.
Everybody has their black moments.
As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war.
The night is black, as black as night.
Black Consciousness is an attitude of the mind and a way of life, the most positive call to emanate from the black world for a long time.
Black is an old wrinkled-face queen sitting on a porch while rocking away her last days, thinking of her grandchildren
Black is the old lady's grandchildren yelling "Revolution!" so that their grandmother would die free
It's fair to say that black folks operate under a cloud of invisibility - this too is part of the work, is indeed central to [my photographs] ... This invisibility - this erasure out of the complex history of our life and time - is the greatest source of my longing.
I like black because it is a vacant space.
Black is not sad ... Black is poetic.
There is no darkness but ignorance.
Black is modest and arrogant at the same time. Black is lazy and easy - but mysterious. But above all black says this: "I don't bother you - don't bother me".
When white and black meet today, sometimes there is a ready understanding that there has been an encounter between two human beings. But often there is only, or chiefly, an awareness that Two Colors are in the room.
In Black Like Me, I tried to establish one simple fact, which was to reveal the insanity of a situation where a man is judged by his skin color, by his philosophical "accident" - rather than by who he is in his humanity.
Science fiction, extrasensory perception, and black people are judged by the worst elements they produce.
Black is my favorite color. It's limitless. It's indefinable. It keeps you guessing. When there's nothing to see, you're forced to imagine. It makes every shape, every person more mysterious because you can't see all the details.
Black is the most slimming of all Colors. It is the most flattering. You can wear black at any Time. You can wear it at any age. You can wear it for almost any occasion. I could write a book about black.
I see no darkness, but ignorance.
Black Humor (Umor): a sensation --of the theatrical (and joyless) pointlessness of everything.
The black man has become a shell, a shadow of man, completely defeated, drowning in his own misery, a slave, an ox bearing the yoke of oppression with sheepish timidity.
Never yet could I find that a black had uttered a thought above the level of plain narration; never saw even an elemental trait of painting or sculpture.
Pete thinks we all have a blacking factory: some awful moment, early on, when we surrender our childish hearts as surely as we lose our baby teeth.
If you remove Al Sharpton's blackness, he disappears. He's transparent. There's nothing there because he bases his whole life on his blackness. Me, I'm a black man; but my blackness has submission to my Christianity.
We are real black characters with real character, not the stars of American racist spectacle. Blackness is not probable cause.
I find, in being black, a thing of beauty: a joy; a strength; a secret cup of gladness.
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light.
We're all black when the lights go out.
I love my blackness. And yours.
it was black as a sinner's heart once night fell,
[her] mind blackens. The blackness is not a thought, but if it could be pressed into a thought, if a chemical from a dropper could be dripped onto it causing its color and essence to become visible, it would take the shape of this sentence: Why does no one want me?
Alternately in our lives come black and white.
Nothing is visible through the silent dark hole:
no light, no life, no meandering respite
in the tunnel of death, journeys the eternal soul.
You are disoriented. Blackness swims toward you like a school of eels who have just seen something that eels like a lot.
I want to emphasize the idea of black as intellectuality and conventionality.
Black and white is refuge of colors from their own nullity.
In our music, in our everyday life, there are so many negative things. Why not have something positive and stamp it with blackness?
She looked at patches of blackness. Black is a blind remembering, she thought.
The outside world is black and white with only one color dead.
Nothing is black or white.
I was always the only black in the movie theater, the only black in class, the only black in the library, the only black in the discotheque. I always felt observed and judged.
Deep blackness waits outside;
a veiled inferno it attempts to hide.
We see no more than dark clouds growing,
but set inside, a fire is glowing.
One must respect black, nothing prostitutes it. It does not please the eye and it awakens no sensuality. It is the agent of the mind far more than the most beautiful color to the palette or prism
The shadow of a mighty Negro past flits through the tale of Ethiopia the shadowy and of the Egypt the Sphinx. Throughout history, the powers of single blacks flash here and there like falling stars, and die sometimes before the world has rightly gauged their brightness.
In the deep night of metaphysics, all cats look black.
Rather than evoke our sympathy, our familiarity with the lives of the black poor has bred spasms of fear and outright contempt. But mostly it's bred indifference.
Each day when you see us black folk upon the dusty land of your farm or upon the hard pavement of your city streets, you usually take it for granted and think you know us, but our history is far stranger than you suspect, and we are not what we seem.
Black is the most essential of all colors. Above all, if I may say so, it draws its excitement and vitality from deep and secret sources of health ... One must admire black. Nothing can debauch it.
You can have a dark heart and be a writer, but you can't have a black one..
I am black: I am the incarnation of a complete fusion with the world, an intuitive understanding of the earth, an abandonment of my ego in the heart of the cosmos, and no white man, no matter how intelligent he may be, can ever understand Louis Armstrong and the music of the Congo.
Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.
Black illusion is all I ever see.
Better have a black face than be worried about black deeds.
I feel that sometimes, holding yourself as black, saying that is your sole identity, can sometimes stand in your way of being a member of the humanity of man, being a member of the family of the divine.
The cruel of heart have their own black happiness.
Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world relevance to them.
Nothing is out of our realm, because it has nothing to do with color. As black people, we're not different from anyone else, other than the exterior.
In America, black is a country.
But nothing is all black in nature.
My look, mind you, is not chocolate like Lauryn Hill, Whoopi Goldberg, or Naomi Campbell - it is pitch black and shimmering like the purple outer space of the universe. I am the charcoal that creates diamonds. I am the blackest black woman (41).
What's that you mutter to yourself, Matthew Maule?" asked Scicpio. "And what for do you look so black at me?"
"No matter, darky," said the carpenter. "Do you think nobody is to look black but yourself?
No colour comes after black.
He says black, I say white and we do grey
Black Consciousness seeks to infuse the black community with a new-found pride in themselves, their efforts, their value systems, their culture, their religion and their outlook to life.
Never complete. Never whole.
White skin and an African soul.
Racism itself is black. It's OWL. It's everywhere.
It's Our Whole Life
If you are going to think black, think positive about it. Don't think down on it, or think it is something in your way. And this way, when you really do want to stretch out and express how beautiful black is, everybody will hear you.
In all fields black consciousness seeks to talk to the black man in a language that is his own
And realizing there is no such thing as the Black experience. Time and events allow for change on both sides.
For the black man there is only one destiny. And it is white.
I've worn black today, because I've heard so often that it's supposed to be slimming. But instead I am this sphere of darkness submarining through the halls.
There haven't been enough profound things written about what being black means and what a black character is. Nobody knows.
Well who's black and what is a black person?
Black is greenest ever.
She was born under a black sun.
That's why for Zakk Wylde's Black Label Society the colors are black and white. There are no gray issues. Life is black and it's white. There's no in-between.
Black is a blind remembering, she thought. You listen for pack sounds, for the cries of those who hunted your ancestors in a past so ancient only your most primitive cells remember. The ears see. The nostrils see.
I don't see in black or white. I see in the color of humanity which is the rainbow of harmony. In that spirit there is only good and evil, peace or war, love or hate and happiness or discontent.
Black makes your life so much simpler. Everything matches black, especially black.
Black and white creates a strange dreamscape that color never can.
If you have money and you have fame, but you don't have any confidence in your blackness, then it's all for nothing.
We live surrounded by white images, and white in this world is synonymous with the good, light, beauty, success, so that, despite ourselves sometimes, we run after that whiteness and deny our darkness, which has been made into the symbol of all that is evil and inferior.
In the dark, all cats are black.
Black evil is outlined clearest to our eyes by the blaze of virtue
A body would think that your heart was as black as your face. People thinks now that sweeps is black all through instead of blackall over.
Blackness is a state of mind, and I identify with the black community. Mainly, because I realized, early on, when I walk into a room, people see a black woman, they don't see a white woman. So out of that reason alone, I identify more with the black community.
A horrible sense of blackness and the treachery of fate seized hold upon the soul of the unhappy student.
It's not the end of it when you've drowned your black thoughts, because afterwards there are blue thoughts and red thoughts and yellow thoughts ...
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.
The Complex of color ... every colored man feels it sooner or later. It gets in the way of his dreams, of his education, of his marriage, of the rearing of his children.
I think Black intellectuals see too deeply. That's the problem. It's a cause of anxiety, because we see things differently.
Black as night, sweet as sin.
We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased, we are glad. If they are not, it doesn't matter. We know we are beautiful. And ugly too.
We must stand up and say, "I'm black and I'm beautiful," and this self-affirmation is the black man's need, made compelling by the white man's crimes against him.
For the life of him, he couldn't figure why these East Enders called themselves black. He kept looking and looking, and the colors he found were gingersnap and light fudge and dark fudge and acorn and butter rum and cinnamon and burnt orange. But never licorice, which, to him, was real black.
And all was black and still, and black and cold, and black and dead, and black.
The pressure to be quintessentially black in every moment, whether it comes from the outside world or is self-imposed, keeps black people from being our authentic selves.
Unrelieved black set off her pale skin and exquisite bone structure. Her