The crisis facing men is not the crisis of masculinity, it is the crisis of patriarchal masculinity. Until we make this distinction clear, men will continue to fear that any critique of patriarchy represents a threat.
Widespread cultural acceptance of lying is a primary reason many of us will never know love.
My idea of a delicious time is to read a book that is wonderful. But the ruling passion of my life is being a seeker after truth and the divine.
I think our culture doesn’t recognize passion, because real passion has the power to disrupt boundaries.
As we search as a nation for constructive ways to challenge racism and white supremacy, it is absolutely essential that progressive female voices gain a hearing.
Feminist thinking teaches us all, especially, how to love justice and freedom in ways that foster and affirm life.
Within a capitalist consumer society, the cult of personality has the power to subsume ideas, to make the person, the personality into the product and not the work itself.
Language is also a place of struggle.
Writing and the hope of writing pulls me back from the edges of despair. I believe insanity and despair are at times one and the same.
The world demands that you work for it, make families, provide, take no time to listen to your own heart beating.
If we give our children sound self-love, they will be able to deal with whatever life puts before them.
Whether we learn how to love ourselves and others will depend on the presence of a loving environment. Self-love cannot flourish in isolation.
Imagine living in a world where there is no domination, where females and males are not alike or even always equal, but where a vision of mutuality is the ethos shaping our interaction.
When we concentrate on photography, we make it possible to see the walls of photographs in black homes as a critical intervention, a disruption of white control over black images.
Only grown-ups think that the things children say come out of nowhere. We know they come from the deepest parts of ourselves.
Remember, care is a dimension of love, but simply giving care does not mean we are loving.
Knowing love or the hope of knowing love is the anchor that keeps us from falling into that sea of despair.
I often find it easier to be teaching or giving to others, and often struggle with the place of my own pleasure and joy.
The wounded heart learns self-love by first overcoming low self-esteem.
It is crucial for the future of the Black liberation struggle that we remain ever mindful that ours is a shared struggle, that we are each other’s fate.