Quotes About Race

I believe in white supremacy until the blacks are educated to a point of responsibility.

It must be, I thought, one of the race's most persistent and comforting hallucinations to trust that "it can't happen here"—that one's own little time and place is beyond cataclysms. And now it was happening here.

Can you imagine us tolerating any form of rival intelligence on earth, no matter how it got here? Why, we can't even tolerate anything but the narrowest differences of views within our own race. No,' he shook his head, 'no, I'm afraid Bocker's idea of fraternization never had the chance of a flea in a furnace.

It must be, I thought, one of the race's most persistent and comforting hallucinations to trust that 'it can't happen here' – that one's own little time and place is beyond cataclysms.

It won't be just one bomb. And it was always too late, my dear. Can you imagine us tolerating any form of rival intelligence on earth, no matter how it got here? Why, we can't even tolerate anything but the narrowest differences of views within our own race.

It must be, I thought, one of the race's most persistent and comforting hallucinations to trust that "it can't happen here" -- that one's own time and place is beyond cataclysm.

He thought you were just an older white woman writing about older white women." And I have to tell you, that stung me a bit.

If you're black and middle-class…every day you're [going to get] a lot of crap. You're going to get angry.

Elyse Friedman

Once man loses his faculty of indifference he becomes a potential murderer; once he transforms his idea into a god the consequences are incalculable. We kill only in the name of a god or of his counterfeits: the excesses provoked by the goddess Reason, by the concept of nation, class, or race are akin to those of the Inquisition or of the Reformation

Boredom in the midst of paradise generated our first ancestor's appetite for the abyss which has won us this procession of centuries whose end we now have in view. That appetite, a veritable nostalgia for hell, would not fail to ravage the race following us and to make it the worthy heir of our misfortunes.

The white race increasingly deserves the name given by the American Indians: palefaces.

Churchill era convinto della diseguaglianza delle razze e della superiorità della razza anglosassone; esaltava la vita militare, il valore etico della guerra e la sua necessità nella lotta per l'esistenza; glorificava l'impero britannico ed era deciso a conservarlo integro con qualsiasi mezzo, contro ogni aspirazione all'indipendenza dei popoli coloniali.

The problem is not the visibility of dark skin, but who sees it and what the viewer feels motivated to do next.

Race is a social construction for which there is no scientific basis; racism is the foundation of that construction...but when I am out in the world with my daughters, it is not a construction or it's consequences that I fear will hurt them. What I fear are human beings, white human beings, who are not made of theory, but of flesh and blood.

I am black - and I am brown, too: Brown is the body I was born into. Black is the body of the stories I tell.

War both needs and generates certain virtues; not the highest, but what may be called the preliminary virtues, as valour, veracity, the spirit of obedience, the habit of discipline. Any of these, and of others like them, when possessed by a nation, and no matter how generated, will give them a military advantage, and make them more likely to stay in the race of nations.

If A kills B before B kills A, then A survives, and the human race is a race of A's.

The conundrum of color is the inheritance of every American, be he/she legally or actually Black or White ... I was trying to locate myself within a specific inheritance and to use that inheritance, precisely, to claim the birthright from which that inheritance had so brutally and specifically excluded me.

Negro life is in fact as debased and impoverished as our theology claims.

Whenever the Negro face appears a tension is created, the tension of a silence filled with things unutterable.

It is only in his music, which Americans are able to admire because a protective sentimentality limits their understanding of it, that the Negro in America has been able to tell his story. It is a story which otherwise has yet to be told and which no American is prepared to hear. As is the inevitable result of things unsaid, we find ourselves until today oppressed with a dangerous and reverberating silence.

I listen to what white people say and, still more, to what they don't say. I must: my life may depend on what I hear: I cannot afford to be surprised.

A force of circumstance is not poverty merely but color.