Well, Thank You And That's

Does A Black Person Make Them An African American? No. There Are Hispanics That Are Very, Very Dark Skinned So The Word Has Lost Its Meaning, It's Not A Very Concise Or Proper Word To Use Even Today And It Wasn't Then.

Me And My Sisters Were Taught That If Our Eyes Worked And Our Legs Worked, We Were Beautiful. We Had So Many Kids In Our Family That If We All Got In Front Of The Mirror And Were Ashamed Of Browns And Golds And Yellows And Whites, And We Believed What Society Told Us - That The Darker People Were Less Attractive And The Lighter Ones Were Prettier - We Would Have Had Sibling Murders. My Family, Being Half-rural And Half-military, Just Came From A Different Place.

Coming From The '50s, Things Were Very Violent. We Were Still Being Lynched. If I Drove Down Through The South With My Mother, I Might Not Make It Through One State Without Being Bullied Or Harassed. I Feel Like Unless You've Been Black For A Week, You Don't Know.

I Don't Think I Can Break Down Any Doors, But I'm Thinking, "maybe I Can Be A Cameraman, Because I Love The Cameras." And The Cameraman Would Show Me How To Thread The Film, How To Repair It, The Lenses. That's When You Become, Like, Goony Goo-goo About It. You Breathe And Eat Camera, And All Of A Sudden, You Don't Want Anything Else In The World. You Finally Know, "this Is My Calling." When You're Passionate About Something, It Doesn't Become Work. It's Art And It's Fun. It's Arduous, It's Sweaty.

Women Were Victims. Their Husbands Could Beat Them Up When They Wanted To. They Couldn't Work. They Could Be Maimed And Killed By Their Husbands.