Those...who Insist That There Are

If I Were A Person Of Color In Florida, I Would Pick Up A Brick And Start Walking Toward That Courthouse In Sanford. Those That Do Not, Those That Hold The Pain And Betrayal Inside And Somehow Manage To Resist Violence - These Citizens Are Testament To A Stoic Tolerance That Is More Than The Rest Of Us Deserve. I Confess, Their Patience And Patriotism Is Well Beyond My Own.

There Came This Point Where I Sat Down With All My Notebooks And I Had To Start To Write, When I Thought: This Whole Notion Of Writing For The Person Who Understands Nothing, The Average Reader ... He Has To Die! I Can't Have Him In My Head. And So The Person I Started Writing For Was The Homicide Detective.

On A Practical Level I'm A Tv Producer And Storyteller Who's Gone About As Long As You Can Go Without Achieving A Mass Audience.

If I Had To Guess And Put A Name On It, I'd Say That At Some Point, The Drug War Was As Much A Function Of Class And Social Control As It Was Of Racism.

The Rest Of America, With Some Small Exceptions, Has Been Bulldozed And Rebuilt And Then Bulldozed And Rebuilt Again. Our Places Have Become Interchangeable. Here In New Orleans, Everything From The Architecture To The Way In Which People Eat, The Way In Which They Talk, The Way In Which They Do Business, The Way In Which They Dance, The Manner In Which Everything Is Set To A Parade Beat, They're All From Here. There's No Place Like It.