Andere / Other Die meisten / Most Durch / Through Feuer / Fire Frauen / Women Gebracht / Brought Irgendein / Any Könnte / Could Mit freundlichen Grüßen / Sincerely Oben / Up Rennen / Race Schwarz / Black Teuflisch / Devilish Zweifel / Doubt
My passion and fire run deep through my veins, my blood, there's no doubt about that.
It comes down to this: black people were stripped of our identities when we were brought here, and it's been a quest since then to define who we are.
I could go through a lot of my old emails from when I first started doing comics. Back then the lowest age of fans was like 15 or 16 up to people in their 20's and 30's.
Race in America has always centered on our mutual agreement not to see each other. White or non-white. Black or non-black. Mongoloid, Hindoo. We've always bought into to the crudest, humanity-denying forms of sorting.
You could say that bad typography brought us the Afghanistan war, the Iraq war, the housing crisis and a good number of other things.
They're not even within 100 miles of Baghdad. They are not in any place. They hold no place in Iraq. This is an illusion... they are trying to sell to the others an illusion.
I grew up backstage and on movie sets, and I thought they were the most magical places on Earth.
To do anything in this world worth doing, we must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in, and scramble through as well as we can.
There were a couple of things I lost sleep over with the play 'Frost/Nixon,' so I went back and addressed them a bit more in the film.
