I Give The Name Violence

Anyone Who Knows A Strange Fact Shares In Its Singularity.

I Could Not Take Lightly The Idea That People Made Love Without Me.

Slowly But Surly I Want To Strip Her Of Every Kind Of Happiness As To Make A Saint Of Her.

I Give The Name Violence To A Boldness Lying Idle And Enamored Of Danger.

What I Did Not Yet Know So Intensely Was The Hatred Of The White American For The Black, A Hatred So Deep That I Wonder If Every White Man In This Country, When He Plants A Tree, Doesn't See Negroes Hanging From Its Branches.