Quotes About White

They were an indistinct blur of pastel and white uniforms, like chalk doodles on a sidewalk in the rain.

The alternative to appropriation is a world in which artists only reference their own cultures.…a world where white european people only make art about white european people.

Why is it the greatest champions of the white race always turn out to be the worst examples of it? You! Where the fuck is your chin?

The white residents of Confederate states who served under the Union flag would together have filled out an army larger than any that Richmond fielded throughout the war.

Three hundred thousand white men from southern states donned Union uniforms during the war; one in three came from states that adhered to the Confederacy.

reminded herself, they were "incapable of self-government."81 Robert E. Lee was simply echoing conventional wisdom when he wrote that "the relation of master and slave, controlled by humane laws and influenced by Christianity and enlightened public sentiment, is the best that can exist between the white and black races.

No, history doesn't really change. But the way we view it does. In Texas, the history written by generations of white people is now being challenged by those who see the same events very differently. And man oh man, does that piss a lot of people off.

But I doubt not, that leathern tally, meant for man, was taken off in Heaven, when the white fowl flew to join the wing-folding, the invoking, and adoring cherubim!

My cheek blanches white while I write; I start at the scratch of my pen; my own mad brood of eagles devours me; fain would I unsay this audacity; but an iron-mailed hand clenches mine in a vice, and prints down every letter in my spite.

Finally we came over a rise and I saw the Caribbean...My first feeling was a wild desire to drive a stake in the sand and claim the place for myself. The beach was white as salt, and cut off from the world by a ring of steep hills that faced the sea. We were on the edge of a large bay and the water was that clear, turquoise color that you get with a white sand bottom. I had never seen such a place. I wanted to take off all my clothes and never wear them again.

The sun was going down behind the scrub hills northwest of the city. A good Kristofferson tune was croaking out of the radio. We cruised back to town through the warm dusk, relaxed on the red leather seats of our electric white Coupe de Ville.

He glanced up. His eyes were pure white. Great, his brights were on, but nobody was driving.

There's this perception of D.C. as a boring town run by old white men, but in reality, there are incredibly young people in charge of really important things.

So, rap has that quality, for youth anyway; it's a kind of blues element. It's physical, almost gymnastic. It speaks to you organically. Rap grows out of what young people really are today, not only black youth, but white - everybody.

On YouTube, there's a right-wing extremism funnel. You start by watching a college student ranting about how dumb feminism is. It's wrong, but it's not especially sinister. And then, three suggested videos later, you're hearing about why we need a white ethno-state to save the race from a third-world invasion.

What was incredible about the Maldives was that the entire island we were on consisted of sand. There didn't seem to be any dirt. You could walk around for hours barefoot with your white trousers skimming the ground, and they'd still be pristine white.

When you went into a Boston Chicken and ordered quarter-chicken, white, with mash and corn, when that was rung up, that would signal all the way along the supply chain the need for more potatoes to be put on a truck a thousand miles away.

White-on-black shootings evoke America's history of racism and so carry an iconic payload of menace. Black-on-black shootings carry no such payload, although they are truly menacing to the black community. They evoke only despair.

It's a sound bite. It's very of this age, because that's what people want.

Glass is sand and sand is glass! The ant dancing blind as blind ants do on the lip of the rim and the rim of the lip. White in the night and grey in the day- smiling spider she never smiles but smile she does though the ant never sees, blind as it is- and now was!

She saw her breath curl in a white stream, drawn inward to the darkness beyond.

Paran could feel nothing but the white fire of vengeance, filling his mind, coruscating through his body.

The two cousins, Perdina and Voile, emerged from their sanctuary, dressed in white, their black hair loose like curtains around their pale, narrow faces.

My guardian-pursuer came to me then, as I walked alone in the black and white city of ruins. She was at my side, sensed before I could actually see her.