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I think every group of black guys should have at least one white guy in it.

With Othello, Shakespeare posed this problem of a black man in a white society in the role that he's playing. And Shakespeare gave Othello such dignity - he came not from - as he said - not from hate but from honor, from a sense of his own human dignity. And to me, to my mind, there could be no greater character played.

The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.

I believe much trouble and blood would be saved if we opened our hearts more. I will tell you in my way how the Indian sees things. The white man has more words to tell you how they look to him, but it does not require many words to speak the truth.

Without travel I would have wound up a little ignorant white Southern female, which was not my idea of a good life.

I've liked different women at different times in my life. I've been attracted to white women. I've been attracted to black women. I've been attracted to Asian women. I've been attracted to various subspecies of women. I can say with gratitude that I've been able to experiment.

No matter how their leaders may have tried to skimp on money, no one, not even the politicians, who talked themselves red, white, and blue in the face, skimped on effort.

Now, like, I'm President. It would be pretty hard for some drug guy to come into the White House and start offering it up, you know?...I bet if they did, I hope I would say, 'Hey, get lost. We don't want any of that.'

And so this is Xmas for black and for white, for yellow and red, let's stop all the fight.

Peace is not just a colored ribbon. It's more than a wristband or a t-shirt. It's not just a donation or a 5 K race. It's not just a folk song, or a white dove. And peace is certainly more than a celebrity endorsement. Peace is a fulltime job. It's protecting civilians, overseeing elections, and disarming ex-combatants. The UN has over 100,000 Peacekeepers on the ground, in places others can't or won't go, doing things others can't or won't do. Peace, like war, must be waged.

A friend of ours said if the same laws were applied to U.S. Presidents as were applied to the Nazis after WWII, that every single one of them, every last rich white one of them, from Truman on would be hung to death and shot. And this current administration is no exception. They should be hung and tried and shot as war criminals.

You white folks have long been eating the white meat of the chicken. We Negroes are now ready for some of the white meat instead of the dark meat.

God bless America, land that I love,_x000D__x000D_Stand beside her, and guide her,_x000D__x000D_Through the night, with the light from above,_x000D__x000D_From the mountains, to the prairies_x000D__x000D_To the oceans, white with foam_x000D__x000D_God bless America, my home sweet home,_x000D__x000D_God bless America! My Home Sweet Home!

We shall sooner have the fowl by hatching the egg than by smashing it._x000D__x000D_Abraham Lincoln, White House speech 11 April 1865._x000D__x000D_Or arm th' obdured breast_x000D__x000D_With stubborn patience as with triple steel.

If I were to choose the sights, the sounds, the fragrances I most would want to see and hear and smell--among all the delights of the open world--on a final day on earth, I think I would choose these: the clear, ethereal song of a white-throated sparrow singing at dawn; the smell of pine trees in the heat of the noon; the lonely calling of Canada geese; the sight of a dragon-fly glinting in the sunshine; the voice of a hermit thrush far in a darkening woods at evening; and--most spiritual and moving of sights--the white cathedral of a cumulus cloud floating serenely in the blue of the sky.

The solid, solid universe_x000D__x000D_Is pervious to Love;_x000D__x000D_With bandaged eyes he never errs,_x000D__x000D_Around, below, above._x000D__x000D_His blinding light_x000D__x000D_He flingeth white_x000D__x000D_On God's and Satan's brood,_x000D__x000D_And reconciles_x000D__x000D_By mystic wiles_x000D__x000D_The evil and the good.

There has fallen a splendid tear_x000D__x000D_From the passion-flower at the gate._x000D__x000D_She is coming, my dove, my dear;_x000D__x000D_She is coming, my life, my fate;_x000D__x000D_The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"_x000D__x000D_And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"_x000D__x000D_The larkspur listens, "I hear; I hear;"_x000D__x000D_And the lily whispers, "I wait."

The white moth to the closing vine,_x000D__x000D_The bee to the open clover,_x000D__x000D_And the Gypsy blood to the Gypsy blood_x000D__x000D_Ever the wide world over.

The white flower of a blameless life.

Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,_x000D__x000D_Stains the white radiance of eternity.

Experts kill me. Economic experts, that is. Corporations, foundations, publications and governments pay them by the bucketful, and they fill buckets with forecasts that change more frequently than white-collar, workers do shirts. What Lies Ahead is the usual title. What Lies would often be more appropriate. If women's hemlines changed as rapidly as an economist's forecasts, the fashion people and the textile industry would be more profitable than any other. In fact, if all the country's economists were laid end to end, they still wouldn't reach a conclusion.