"We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists... in the loved one, perfection." — Sidney Poitier

So I'm OK with myself, with history, my work, who I am and who I was.

My mother was the most amazing person. She taught me to be kind to other women. She believed in family. She was with my father from the first day they met. All that I am, she taught me.

History passes the final judgment.

I didn't run into racism until we moved to Nassau when I was ten and a half, but it was vastly different from the kind of horrendous oppression that black people in Miami were under when I moved there at 15. I found Florida an antihuman place.