Where Is The Raised Voice

In My Earliest Of Years, My Mother Was A Huge Force In My Life. She Was For All Intents And Purposes, A Single Parent. My Father Had Abandoned Us. He Was An Alcoholic And A Physical Abuser. My Mother Lived Through That Tyranny And Made Her Living As A Domestic Worker. She Was Uneducated But She Brought High Principles And Decent Values Into Our Existence, And She Set Lofty Goals For Herself And For Her Children. We Were Forever Inspired By Her Strength And By Her Resistance To Racism And To Fascism.

I Became An Anti-fascist, And The More I Saw What Was Happening To The Peoples Of Europe, The Jews, The More I Saw The Deep Cruelty And Inhumanity Of That System And Its Philosophy Of White Supremacy.

I Think America Offers A Dream That Cannot Be Fulfilled As Easily Anywhere Else In The World As It Could Be Fulfilled Here. Although Oppression Was Common To All Of Us, Those Styles Of Oppression Gave Us The Opportunity To See The World In Dimensions We Didn't Quite See Growing Up In Any One Place.

More Than Once My Mother Would Point Out: "harry Belafonte Is The Best-looking Man On The Planet."

Without Compromise Repression Would Be Defeated. Just As Some Cancers Feed On Hormones, Compromise Becomes The Hormone Of Oppression.