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I am about to make a broad and sweeping generalization, but I believe it to be true: The failure of modern living is the failure of the imagination.The root meaning of the word imagine is “to picture to oneself.” In other words, when we imagine, we create an inner picture...
Summer. 1954. I was fifteen.At that time, the television stations in Nashville, Tennessee, came on the air at four in the afternoon and stopped broadcasting at eleven. One channel began its broadcast day by pointing a camera into the alley behind the studio, a place known as “Art Lane Alley.”...
One of the ironies of racial segregation was that it prevented the best and the brightest in the black community from sharing their intelligence and creative gifts with the wider society. And so in the 1940s and 1950s many of those best and brightest black minds in America taught in...
It was late on an afternoon in late summer or early autumn of 1967. My editor at Dial Books, Joyce Johnson, and I had just finished going over the final revisions for my first book, Look Out, Whitey! Black Power’s Gon’ Get Your Mama!, which would be published the following...