I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate. But to feel that there was feeling denied me, that the very breath of life itself was beyond my reach, that more than anything else hurt, wounded me. I had a new hunger.


Black boy: a record of childhood and youth (ed. 1945)


I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate. But to feel that there was feeling denied me, that the very breath of life itself was...

I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate. But to feel that there was feeling denied me, that the very breath of life itself was...

I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate. But to feel that there was feeling denied me, that the very breath of life itself was...

I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate. But to feel that there was feeling denied me, that the very breath of life itself was...