I am not a hugely religious person, but I believe that there is a oneness with everything. And because there is this oneness, it is possible that my mother is the principal reason for my life.
Far as I can tell, I still have most of my hair, my gut is not hanging over my belt, and I still have all of my teeth.
I learned to hear silence. That's the kind of life I lived: simple. I learned to see things in people around me, in my mom, dad, brothers and sisters.
I was not the kind of a principal player that was so in demand that eight or 10 or 12 scripts came per month.
I never had an occasion to question color, therefore, I only saw myself as what I was... a human being.
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.
I wanted to look at them because I feel, internally, that I am an ordinary person who has had an extraordinary life.