“I am America. I am the part you won’t recognize. But get used to me. Black, confident, cocky; my name, not yours; my religion, not yours; my goals, my own; get used to me.”
“I got nothing against no Viet Cong. No Vietnamese ever called me a nigger.”
“Why should they ask me to put on a uniform and go 10,000 miles from home and drop bombs and bullets on brown people while so-called Negro people in Louisville are treated like dogs?”
“Transcended Race,” my ass. My fellow white people, please think about what you mean when you say that. Is it “Black people make me uncomfortable, but he didn’t, so he must not have really been black?” I think it might be. I think you should give your heart a very close look.