Quotes from Beverly Jenkins

We were barred last year as well," Sylvie informed Eddy. "But it's okay. We do our celebrating on August first anyway, just like the rest of the country's Colored communities.

Just because women whore doesn't mean they don't have hopes or dreams or desires of their own. There is little glamour in taking strange men into your bed.

The fugitives would either move on into Canada or integrate themselves in the Beacon Hill community." "Something else I never knew." "It was a maritime escape route. Many fugitives found freedom that way.

Black detective writers. Chester Himes. Walter Mosley. Rudolph Fisher.

He advanced, and before Teresa could react, he snatched her up against his chest, looked down into her furious eyes, and kissed her. Really kissed her. And he did it so well and so deliciously she forgot to sock him and melted right there on the spot.

The Death Books Zahra and her forces were hunting were real, and they are referenced in Adams' Congressional testimony, as well. In my humble opinion, a full historical treatment of Henry Adams and his contributions to the race is long overdue, so all of you true historians out there, the ball's in your court.

Jake's mustache

Restating her refusal to marry him and making him believe it once and for all seemed necessary, however, so she said, "Dinner would be fine.

The name and accomplishments of Oscar J. Dunn have faded so much over time, he has all but disappeared from the history books. The controversy surrounding his untimely death remains unresolved. No one knows why his family refused the autopsy, or why considering the numbers of other Republicans who claimed to have had the same symptoms, Dunn was the only one to die.

While Logan sat in the carriage, Drew and the baby entered the bordello, and for the second time that night, the place went ghostly quiet. Few babies patronized Gertie's.

Because you're the county's matriarch. You're loved, respected, and there may not be enough of you left for your family to bury if we have to extract you from a flipped over, burning truck. Don't put your people through that." Tamar

You aren't a hitter, are you?" He stared down, confused. "You mean will I hit you?" "Yes. I know that some men are." "No. Never." He gathered her back in and held her tight. "Never." "Good. I didn't think you were." He pulled back and scanned her face. "If I do you have my permission to shoot me." "I'll shoot you permission or not." He laughed. "We're going to do well together.

There are Black nuns here?" Seeing the wonder on his face, she laughed softly. "Yes, Steele. They're the Sisters of the Holy Family. They've been here since before I was born. The Oblate Sisters of Providence in Maryland are also Black, and their order is much older.

August first, 1834, the British freed its slaves in the West Indies. It was the beginning of slavery's end in Great Britain, and abolitionists everywhere celebrated

Because Congress banned the Klan back in '71, the supremacists now call themselves rifle groups," she explained with disgust. "This one is known as the New Knights of the White Camelia.

southern newspaper asked, "What is the difference between a Yankee violating the fugitive slave law in the North and a southern man . . . violating the law against the African slave trade in the South?

You will lose a love, reject a love, find a love.

but if he did marry, the least he could do was honor his mother's ultimate sacrifice by finding a woman who didn't hold her and the Old Queens he was descended from in contempt. In some ways such a pledge made little sense to a man who'd left his race, but to Rhine it made all the sense in the world.

This is senior citizen profiling and I will not put up with it one more minute." A

Eddy dreamed of owning her own restaurant. It was a common belief that women like her, the descendant of slaves, had no right to dream.

He was more handsome than a June day.

I don't have the desire nor the patience to argue laws that only one race has to abide by.

What are you doing in a fancy Yankee uniform?" Sally Ann asked. Rhine didn't reply. As the silence lengthened, she offered a bitter chuckle. "Passing again, are you?" Rhine's ivory skin, jet black hair, and green eyes made it easy for him to pass as someone he wasn't. He was ten years old when he first realized he could do it successfully.

Although the law may never reflect it, we are not less in any way, and I refuse to believe that I am simply because others do.