"My mother was the most amazing person. She taught me to be kind to other women. She believed in fami..." — Sidney Poitier

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

We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists... in the loved one, perfection.

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.