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36b92c6	Relaxing your hair is like being in prison. You're caged in. Your hair rules you. You didn't go running with Curt today because you don't want to sweat out this straightness. You're always battling to make your hair do what it wasn't meant to do.	black hair race	Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
cf2286a	Sometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to dress, a true crossroads is revealed. In these moments, when the fog of relative irrelevancy lifts and fate rolls out a demand for free will, there is only left or right - no option of four-by-fouring into the underbrush between two paths, no negotiating with the choice that has been presented. You must answer the call and pick your way. And there is no reverse.	lover ward brotherhood dagger black	J.R. Ward
8c156c5	The stains could be seen only in the sunlight, so Ruth was never really aware of them until later, when she would stop at an outdoor cafe for a cup of coffee, and look down at her skirt and see the dark traces of spilled vodka or whiskey. The alcohol had the effect of making the black cloth blacker. This amused her; she had noted in her journal: 'booze affects material as it does people'.	drinking stain black	Alice Sebold
90bdf32	His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.	fear forest cloak ser-waymar-royce george-r-r-martin a-song-of-ice-and-fire the-wall black snow	George R.R. Martin
336feaf	Whose little boy are you?	racism youth religion god harlem james-baldwin renaissance institution epiphany coming-of-age black church	James Baldwin
a8cc380	Andy once clipped a magazine article about how black dogs are always the last to be adopted at shelters and, therefore, more likely to be put down. Which is totally Dog Racism, if you ask me.	dogs racism animals black	Stephanie Perkins
0bba161	Fear of change was a weakness	love black-dagger lovers-love-story brotherhood dagger black-dagger-brotherhood black vampire	J.R. Ward
7bd4478	It doesn't have to be dreads. You can wear an Afro, or braids like you used to. There's a lot you can do with natural hair	women black hair race	Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
2897ce0	One day when I went out to my wood-pile, or rather my pile of stumps, I observed two large ants, the one red, the other much larger, nearly half an inch long, and black, fiercely contending with one another. Having once got hold they never let go, but struggled and wrestled and rolled on the chips incessantly. Looking farther, I was surprised to find that the chips were covered with such combatants, that it was not a duellum, but a bellum, a war between two races of ants, the red always pitted against the black, and frequently two red ones to one black. The legions of these Myrmidons covered all the hills and vales in my wood-yard, and the ground was already strewn with the dead and dying, both red and black. It was the only battle which I have ever witnessed, the only battle-field I ever trod while the battle was raging; internecine war; the red republicans on the one hand, and the black imperialists on the other. On every side they were engaged in deadly combat, yet without any noise that I could hear, and human soldiers never fought so resolutely.	war wood-pile field red black	Henry David Thoreau
91d54ae	I care about strangers when they're abstractions, but I feel almost nothing when they're literally in front of me.	care abstractions chuck they-re wear when klosterman the i black hat strangers	Chuck Klosterman
fddd25c	"Is Obama Anything but Black? So lots of folk--mostly non-black--say Obama's not black, he's biracial, multiracial, black-and-white, anything but just black. Because his mother was white. But race is not biology; race is sociology. Race is not genotype; race is phenotype. Race matters because of racism. And racism is absurd because it's about how you look. Not about the blood you have. It's about the shade of your skin and the shape of your nose and the kink of your hair. Booker T. Washington and Frederick Douglass had white fathers. Imagine them saying they were not black. Imagine Obama, skin the color of a toasted almond, hair kinky, saying to a census worker--I'm kind of white. Sure you are, she'll say. Many American Blacks have a white person in their ancestry, because white slave owners liked to go a-raping in the slave quarters at night. But if you come out looking dark, that's it. (So if you are that blond, blue-eyed woman who says "My grandfather was Native American and I get discrimination too" when black folk are talking about shit, please stop it already.) In America, you don't get to decide what race you are. It is decided for you. Barack Obama, looking as he does, would have had to sit in the back of the bus fifty years ago. If a random black guy commits a crime today, Barack Obama could be stopped and questioned for fitting the profile. And what would that profile be? "Black Man."	black mixed-race multiracial obama race	Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
ea99137	After our negotiations were completed, the dome would be imploded and launched toward the nearest black hole, so that none of its atoms would ever contaminate this particular universe again. I thought that last part was overkill.	universe completed contaminate dome imploded launched overkill negotiations particular hole black	John Scalzi
ea73fdd	People won't admit it, they're too busy grabbing to see that the lights have fused. They can't see the darkness and the spider-face beyond and the great web of it all. That there's always this if you scratch at the surface of happiness and goodness. The black and the black and the black.	happy good dark people goodness darkness happiness fused grab grabbing scratch spider lights beyond web distraction see black surface distracted	John Fowles
d0f7a03	First time I got the full sight of Shug Avery long black body with it black plum nipples, look like her mouth, I thought I had turned into a man	black-skin lesbian black race gender lust	Alice Walker
713386d	I have raised you to respect every human being as singular. And you must extend that same respect into the past. Slavery is not an indefinable mass of flesh. It is a particular, specific enslaved woman whose mind is as active as your own, whose range of feelings as vast as your own, who prefers the way the light falls in one particular spot in the woods, who enjoys fishing where the water eddys in the nearby stream, who loves her mother in her own complicated way, thinks her sister talks to loud, has a favorite cousin, a favorite season, who excels at dress making, and knows inside herself that she is as intelligent and capable as anyone. Slavery is the same woman born in a world that loudly proclaims its love of freedom and describes this world in essential texts. A world in which these same professors hold this woman a slave. Hold her mother a slave, her father a slave, her daughter a slave. And when this woman peers back into the generations, all she sees is the enslaved. She can hope for more. She can imagine some future for her grandchildren, but when she dies, the world, which is really the only world she can really know, ends. For this woman enslavement is not a parable, it is damnation, it is the never ending night, and the length of that night is most of our history. Never forget that we were enslaved in this country longer than we have been free. Never forget that for 250 years black people were born into chains, whole generations followed by more generations who knew nothing but chains.	slavery history black race	Ta-Nehisi Coates
c1acee3	Assail: We keep this up and I'll talk to you more than I speak with my own mahmen. Vishous: Isn't she dead? Assail: Yes. Vishous: Some bastards have all the luck.	brotherhood bdb dagger black-dagger-brotherhood vishous beast black vampire	J.R. Ward
c08f47b	"<>"	memories death sadness life dela i-heart-you-you-haunt-me lisa-schroeder funeral goodbye black colors misery	Lisa Schroeder
add8104	That night the mosquitoes ate us up. I had bites all over my body. Back home I thought mosquitoes never bit black people. Not as much as they bit white people, anyway. Maybe Vietnamese mosquitoes just bit blacks and whites and didn't bite Asians.	mosquito-bite mosquitoes vietnamese white bite black	Walter Dean Myers
ff4bbb4	It throbbed with an inhuman power, tidal and deep and painful. Look at this too long, Elvi thought, and I will lose my mind in it. She took a step toward it, feeling the structures in the blackness respond to her. She felt as if she could see the spaces between molecules in the air, like atoms themselves had become a thin fog, and for the first time she could see the true shape of reality looming up just beyond her reach.	reality maddness atoms molecules black power	James S.A. Corey

36b92c6

Relaxing your hair is like being in prison. You're caged in. Your hair rules you. You didn't go running with Curt today because you don't want to sweat out this straightness. You're always battling to make your hair do what it wasn't meant to do.

black hair race

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

cf2286a

Sometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to dress, a true crossroads is revealed. In these moments, when the fog of relative irrelevancy lifts and fate rolls out a demand for free will, there is only left or right - no option of four-by-fouring into the underbrush between two paths, no negotiating with the choice that has been presented. You must answer the call and pick your way. And there is no reverse.

lover ward brotherhood dagger black

J.R. Ward

8c156c5

The stains could be seen only in the sunlight, so Ruth was never really aware of them until later, when she would stop at an outdoor cafe for a cup of coffee, and look down at her skirt and see the dark traces of spilled vodka or whiskey. The alcohol had the effect of making the black cloth blacker. This amused her; she had noted in her journal: 'booze affects material as it does people'.

drinking stain black

Alice Sebold

90bdf32

His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.

fear forest cloak ser-waymar-royce george-r-r-martin a-song-of-ice-and-fire the-wall black snow

George R.R. Martin

336feaf

Whose little boy are you?

racism youth religion god harlem james-baldwin renaissance institution epiphany coming-of-age black church

James Baldwin

a8cc380

Andy once clipped a magazine article about how black dogs are always the last to be adopted at shelters and, therefore, more likely to be put down. Which is totally Dog Racism, if you ask me.

dogs racism animals black

Stephanie Perkins

0bba161

Fear of change was a weakness

love black-dagger lovers-love-story brotherhood dagger black-dagger-brotherhood black vampire

J.R. Ward

7bd4478

It doesn't have to be dreads. You can wear an Afro, or braids like you used to. There's a lot you can do with natural hair

women black hair race

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

2897ce0

One day when I went out to my wood-pile, or rather my pile of stumps, I observed two large ants, the one red, the other much larger, nearly half an inch long, and black, fiercely contending with one another. Having once got hold they never let go, but struggled and wrestled and rolled on the chips incessantly. Looking farther, I was surprised to find that the chips were covered with such combatants, that it was not a duellum, but a bellum, a war between two races of ants, the red always pitted against the black, and frequently two red ones to one black. The legions of these Myrmidons covered all the hills and vales in my wood-yard, and the ground was already strewn with the dead and dying, both red and black. It was the only battle which I have ever witnessed, the only battle-field I ever trod while the battle was raging; internecine war; the red republicans on the one hand, and the black imperialists on the other. On every side they were engaged in deadly combat, yet without any noise that I could hear, and human soldiers never fought so resolutely.

war wood-pile field red black

Henry David Thoreau

91d54ae

I care about strangers when they're abstractions, but I feel almost nothing when they're literally in front of me.

care abstractions chuck they-re wear when klosterman the i black hat strangers

Chuck Klosterman

fddd25c

"Is Obama Anything but Black? So lots of folk--mostly non-black--say Obama's not black, he's biracial, multiracial, black-and-white, anything but just black. Because his mother was white. But race is not biology; race is sociology. Race is not genotype; race is phenotype. Race matters because of racism. And racism is absurd because it's about how you look. Not about the blood you have. It's about the shade of your skin and the shape of your nose and the kink of your hair. Booker T. Washington and Frederick Douglass had white fathers. Imagine them saying they were not black. Imagine Obama, skin the color of a toasted almond, hair kinky, saying to a census worker--I'm kind of white. Sure you are, she'll say. Many American Blacks have a white person in their ancestry, because white slave owners liked to go a-raping in the slave quarters at night. But if you come out looking dark, that's it. (So if you are that blond, blue-eyed woman who says "My grandfather was Native American and I get discrimination too" when black folk are talking about shit, please stop it already.) In America, you don't get to decide what race you are. It is decided for you. Barack Obama, looking as he does, would have had to sit in the back of the bus fifty years ago. If a random black guy commits a crime today, Barack Obama could be stopped and questioned for fitting the profile. And what would that profile be? "Black Man."

black mixed-race multiracial obama race

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

ea99137

After our negotiations were completed, the dome would be imploded and launched toward the nearest black hole, so that none of its atoms would ever contaminate this particular universe again. I thought that last part was overkill.

universe completed contaminate dome imploded launched overkill negotiations particular hole black

John Scalzi

ea73fdd

People won't admit it, they're too busy grabbing to see that the lights have fused. They can't see the darkness and the spider-face beyond and the great web of it all. That there's always this if you scratch at the surface of happiness and goodness. The black and the black and the black.

happy good dark people goodness darkness happiness fused grab grabbing scratch spider lights beyond web distraction see black surface distracted

John Fowles

d0f7a03

First time I got the full sight of Shug Avery long black body with it black plum nipples, look like her mouth, I thought I had turned into a man

black-skin lesbian black race gender lust

Alice Walker

713386d

I have raised you to respect every human being as singular. And you must extend that same respect into the past. Slavery is not an indefinable mass of flesh. It is a particular, specific enslaved woman whose mind is as active as your own, whose range of feelings as vast as your own, who prefers the way the light falls in one particular spot in the woods, who enjoys fishing where the water eddys in the nearby stream, who loves her mother in her own complicated way, thinks her sister talks to loud, has a favorite cousin, a favorite season, who excels at dress making, and knows inside herself that she is as intelligent and capable as anyone. Slavery is the same woman born in a world that loudly proclaims its love of freedom and describes this world in essential texts. A world in which these same professors hold this woman a slave. Hold her mother a slave, her father a slave, her daughter a slave. And when this woman peers back into the generations, all she sees is the enslaved. She can hope for more. She can imagine some future for her grandchildren, but when she dies, the world, which is really the only world she can really know, ends. For this woman enslavement is not a parable, it is damnation, it is the never ending night, and the length of that night is most of our history. Never forget that we were enslaved in this country longer than we have been free. Never forget that for 250 years black people were born into chains, whole generations followed by more generations who knew nothing but chains.

slavery history black race

Ta-Nehisi Coates

c1acee3

Assail: We keep this up and I'll talk to you more than I speak with my own mahmen. Vishous: Isn't she dead? Assail: Yes. Vishous: Some bastards have all the luck.

brotherhood bdb dagger black-dagger-brotherhood vishous beast black vampire

J.R. Ward

c08f47b

"<>"

memories death sadness life dela i-heart-you-you-haunt-me lisa-schroeder funeral goodbye black colors misery

Lisa Schroeder

add8104

That night the mosquitoes ate us up. I had bites all over my body. Back home I thought mosquitoes never bit black people. Not as much as they bit white people, anyway. Maybe Vietnamese mosquitoes just bit blacks and whites and didn't bite Asians.

mosquito-bite mosquitoes vietnamese white bite black

Walter Dean Myers

ff4bbb4

It throbbed with an inhuman power, tidal and deep and painful. Look at this too long, Elvi thought, and I will lose my mind in it. She took a step toward it, feeling the structures in the blackness respond to her. She felt as if she could see the spaces between molecules in the air, like atoms themselves had become a thin fog, and for the first time she could see the true shape of reality looming up just beyond her reach.

reality maddness atoms molecules black power

James S.A. Corey