The classroom was a jail of other people’s interests. The library was open, unending,
free.
But race is the child of racism, not the father. And the process of naming “the people” has never been a matter of genealogy and physiognomy so much as one of hierarchy. Difference in hue and hair is old. But the belief in the preeminence of hue and hair, the notion that these factors can correctly organize a society and that they signify deeper attributes, which are indelible—this is the new idea at the heart of these new people who have been brought up hopelessly, tragically, deceitfully, to believe that they are white.
You are growing into consciousness, and my wish for you is that you feel no need to constrict yourself to make other people comfortable.
I would not have you descend into your own dream. I would have you be a conscious citizen of this terrible and beautiful world.
I was made for the library, not the classroom. The classroom was a jail of other people’s interests. The library was open, unending, free.