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“Humanity does not differ in any profound way; there are not essentially different species of human beings. If we could only put ourselves in the shoes of others to see how we would react, then we might become aware of the injustice of discrimination and the tragic inhumanity of every kind of prejudice.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“... (because) the only real danger that exists is men himself. He is the great danger and we are pityfully unaware of it. We know nothing of men. Far too little ...

Carl Gustav Jung, 1959 in an interview with John Freeman ( youtube watch?v=2AMu-G51yTY 38:04)”
― C.G. Jung

“In reality, the Us-and-Them or I-and-Thou dichotomies do not exist. There is only one universal We - one human family united by the capacity to feel compassion and to demand equal justice for all.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“But there are differences. The social studies I鈥檝e read 鈥︹€� 鈥淭hey don鈥檛 deal with any basic difference in human nature between black and white,鈥� I said. 鈥淭hey only study the effects of environment on human nature. You place the white man in the ghetto, deprive him of educational advantages, arrange it so he has to struggle hard to fulfill his instinct for self-respect, give him little physical privacy and less leisure, and he would after a time assume the same characteristics you attach to the Negro. These characteristics don鈥檛 spring from whiteness or blackness, but from a man鈥檚 conditioning.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“someone in a high place - the mayor, chief of police, or other official - would receive information that a neighboring city was already in flames and that carloads of armed black men were coming to attack this city. This happened in Cedar Rapids when Des Moines was allegedly in flames. It happened in Ardmore, Oklahoma, and in Fort Worth, Texas, when it was alleged that Oklahoma City was in flames and carloads were converging on those cities. It happened in Reno and other western cities, when Oakland, California, was supposed to be in flames. It happened in Roanoke when Richmond, Virginia, was supposed to be in flames.”
― John Howard Griffin, Scattered Shadows: A Memoir of Blindness and Vision

“What fragmented individualism really meant was what happened to a black man who tried to make it in this society: in order to succeed, he had to become an imitation white man - dress white, talk white, think white, express the values of middle-class white culture (at least when he was in the presence of white men). Implied in all this was the hiding, the denial, of his selfhood, his negritude, his culture, as though they were somehow shameful. If he succeeded, he was an alienated marginal man - alienated from the strength of his culture and from fellow black men, and never able, of course, to become that imitation white man because he bore the pigment that made the white man view him as intrinsically other.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“This system of discrimination, an inculcated double standard, may vary in content from culture to culture, but it is always unjust. There are thousands of kinds of injustice but there is only one kind of justice - equal justice for all. To call for a little more justice, or a moderately gradual sort of justice, is to call for no justice. That is a simple truth.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“I must have had a dozen rides that evening. They blear into a nightmare, the one scarcely distinguishable from the other. It quickly became obvious why they picked me up. All but two picked me up the way they would pick up a pornographic photograph or book - except that this was verbal pornography. With a Negro, they assumed they need give no semblance of self-respect or respectability. The visual element entered into it. In a car at night visibility is reduced. A man will reveal himself in the dark, which gives the illusion of anonymity, more than he will in the bright light. Some were shamelessly open, some shamelessly subtle. All showed morbid curiosity about the sexual life of the Negro, and all had, at base, the same stereotyped image of the Negro as an inexhaustible sex-machine with oversized genitals and a vast store of experiences, immensely varied. They appeared to think that the Negro has done all of those 鈥渟pecial鈥� things they themselves have never dared to do. They carried the conversations into depths of depravity.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“After the first difficulties in Rochester, New York, I was asked to consult with community leaders. I went and spoke for quite a long time. The leaders were concerned and sincere men. The first question one of them asked after I talked was: 鈥淲ell, Mr. Griffin, what is the first thing we should do now?鈥� I told him that I had been asked to come and consult with community leaders, and yet I was sitting in a room full of white men. The white man who had asked the question slapped his forehead in real chagrin. 鈥淚t never occurred to me to ask any of them," he said apologetically.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“The emotional garbage I had carried all of those years - the prejudice and the denial, the shame and the guilt - was dissolved by understanding that the Other is not other at all.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“We need a conversion of morals,鈥� the elderly man said. 鈥淣ot just superficially, but profoundly. And in both races. We need a great saint - some enlightened common sense. Otherwise, we鈥檒l never have the right answers when the pressure groups - those racists, super-patriots, whatever you want to call them - tag every move toward racial justice as communist-inspired, Zionist-inspired, Illuminati-inspired, Satan-inspired 鈥� part of some secret conspiracy to overthrow the Christian civilization.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“He told me how all of the white men in the region craved colored girls. He said he hired a lot of them both for housework and in his business. 鈥淎nd I guarantee you, I鈥檝e had it in every one of them before they ever got on the payroll.鈥� A pause. Silence above humming tires on the hot-top road. 鈥淲hat do you think of that?鈥� 鈥淪urely some refuse,鈥� I suggested cautiously. 鈥淣ot if they want to eat - or feed their kids,鈥� he snorted. 鈥淚f they don鈥檛 put out, they don鈥檛 get the job.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“It was now pointed out that the black male child, even in a black school using white textbooks, could early come to the conclusion that all the heroes in history were white men. Furthermore, with the exception of nationally known black civil rights leaders like Martin Luther King, Roy Wilkins, James Farmer, and others, the black male child frequently saw the adult black male as ineffectual and defeated. The old picture of the white man leading the black man by the hand toward the solution to his problems again gave the black male child a view of the adult black male as something not worth becoming, and killed his spirit and his will to become an adult, problem-solving individual.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“Yes, and then it鈥檚 these things that cause the whites to say we鈥檙e not worthy of first-class citizenship.鈥� 鈥淎h 鈥︹€� He dropped his hands to his sides hard in frustration. 鈥淚sn鈥檛 it so? They make it impossible for us to earn, to pay much in taxes because we haven鈥檛 much in income, and then they say that because they pay most of the taxes, they have the right to have things like they want. It鈥檚 a vicious circle, Mr. Griffin, and I don鈥檛 know how we鈥檒l get out of it. They put us low, and then blame us for being down there and say that since we are low, we can鈥檛 deserve our rights.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“Forgetting myself for a moment, I stopped to study the menu that was elegantly exposed in a show window. I read, realizing that a few days earlier I could have gone in and ordered anything on the menu. But now, though I was the same person with the same appetite, the same appreciation and even the same wallet, no power on earth could get me inside this place for a meal. I recalled hearing some Negro say, 鈥淵ou can live here all your life, but you鈥檒l never get inside one of the great restaurants except as a kitchen boy.鈥� The Negro often dreams of things separated from him only by a door, knowing that he is forever cut off from experiencing them.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“The great danger in the South comes precisely from the fact that the public is not informed. Newspapers shirk notoriously their editorial responsibilities and print what they think their readers want. They lean with the prevailing winds and employ every fallacy of logic in order to editorialize harmoniously with popular prejudices. They also keep a close eye on possible economic reprisals from the Councils and the Klans, plus other superpatriotic groups who bring pressure to bear on the newspapers鈥� advertisers. In addition, most adhere to the long-standing conspiracy of silence about anything remotely favorable to the Negro. His achievements are carefully excluded or, when they demand attention, are handled with the greatest care to avoid the impression that anything good the individual Negro does is typical of his race.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“In no instance were these reports true or were any of these cities actually in flames. But the result was immediate action on the part of white officials. They got in contact with important community and industrial leaders. Riot control measures were ordered into effect. Civilians armed themselves for the coming attack and stationed themselves at strategic points. In most cases many whites became aware of the 鈥渄anger鈥� and no local black person had any idea what was going on,”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“when the riot controls had been put into effect, and a nervous white population was waiting, it took little to set it off. In Wichita, a few white youths drove down into the black area and simply fired off guns. This brought black people out of their houses; in rage at seeing the harassment, they hurled stones or sticks at a passing car, and the battle was on. In that particular instance the police arrested the five whites who were armed and twelve young black men who had only rocks and sticks. All were jailed. The next morning, all were released on bail, but the bail set for the five armed whites was only one-fifth the amount set for the twelve unarmed black students.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“I traveled from city to city in those days, and the view from within the ghettos was terrible and terrifying. While white people in the periphery were arming themselves against the day when they would have to defend themselves from attack by blacks (and really believed someone was fomenting a racial war in which black people would rise up and attack them), black people mostly without arms huddled inside the ghettos feeling that they were surrounded by armed whites.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“Local white leadership was discredited in the eyes of black people, too, by their insistence on asking me, when we met to discuss the local events, usually with black people, if I had discovered who was the traveling black agitator who had come in and stirred up their 鈥済ood black people.鈥� And had I discovered if there were any communists behind the disruptions?”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“Certainly many Northern cities deplored what was going on in the South. But when Martin Luther King, who had been so praised in the North for the work he did in the South, came to work in the cities of the North, the very officials who had praised him sometimes led opposition to his work locally.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“Some whites, who had never really understood, were offended by this sudden death of their role as the 鈥済ood white leading the poor black out of the jungle.鈥� Many of these were among the saddest people of our time, good-hearted whites who had dedicated themselves to helping black people become imitation whites, to 鈥渂ringing them up to our level,鈥� without ever realizing what a deep insult this attitude can be.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“In Black Like Me, I tried to establish one simple fact, which was to reveal the insanity of a situation where a man is judged by his skin color, by his philosophical 鈥渁ccident鈥� - rather than by who he is in his humanity.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“But part of that incipient racism had always led whites to assume the leadership positions and perpetuated the view that whites rather than blacks were the heroes of the movement.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“The same principle held in black universities, where students demanded more and more black teachers. White professors who had virtually dedicated their lives and their academic careers as historians, anthropologists, sociologists, to the problems of racism and its cures, thinking they did this for the good of the oppressed victims of racism (and often suffering social and academic insults as a result), were asked to leave schools in favor of black teachers. Some of them turned very bitter.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“A couple of years ago I was seated in an auditorium in Detroit where Reverend Cleage was explaining to a conference of priests that what they called 鈥渂lack separatists鈥� were in reality men who recognized the implacability of a white-imposed separation.”
― John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me

“The gods in Lankhmar (that is, the gods and candidates for divinity who dwell or camp, it may be said, in the Imperishable City, not the gods of Lankhmar鈥攁 very different and most secret and dire matter)鈥� the gods in Lankhmar sometimes seem as if they must be as numberless as the grains of sand in the Great Eastern Desert. The vast majority of them began as men, or more strictly the memories of men who led ascetic, vision-haunted lives and died painful, messy deaths. One gets the impression that since the beginning of time an unending horde of their priests and apostles (or even the gods themselves, it makes little difference) have been crippling across that same desert, the Sinking Land, and the Great Salt Marsh to converge on Lankhmar's low, heavy-arched Marsh Gate鈥攎eanwhile suffering by the way various inevitable tortures, castrations, bindings and stonings, impalements, crucifixions, quarterings and so forth at the hands of eastern brigands and Mingol unbelievers who, one is tempted to think, were created solely for the purpose of seeing to the running of that cruel gauntlet.”
― Fritz Leiber, Swords in the Mist

“I must be the only playwright this century to have been pursued up a London street by an angry mob. LIke most battle experiences, my own view was limited by my vantage point at the back of the stalls. There was an inescapable tension in the house. The theatre itself took on a feeling of rococo mockery and devilment, too hot, a snake-pit of stabbing jewellery, hair-pieces, hobbling high heels, stifling wraps and unmanageable long frocks.”
― John Osborne, Looking Back: Never Explain, Never Apologise

“It's in the things we've lost that we exist most fully.”
― Fritz Leiber

“Em 1959, poucas mulheres no sub煤rbio tinham emprego, mas Ferguson e seu amigo tinham m茫es que eram mais que donas de casa e, consequentemente, foram obrigados a serem mais independentes e autoconfiantes do que a maioria de seus colegas de escola, e agora que tinham doze anos e come莽avam a curva que levava ao port茫o da 补诲辞濒别蝉肠锚苍肠颈补, o fato de terem largos intervalos de tempo, s贸 para eles, sem a supervis茫o de ningu茅m, estava se revelando uma vantagem, pois nessa etapa da vida os pais s茫o, seguramente, as pessoas menos interessantes do mundo, e quanto menos tivermos de ficar com eles, melhor. Portanto, os dois podiam ir 脿 casa de Ferguson depois da escola e ligar a televis茫o pra ver American Bandstand ou Million Dollar Movie sem medo de serem repreendidos por desperdi莽ar as 煤ltimas horas preciosas da luz do dia sentados dentro de casa numa tarde t茫o linda. Por duas vezes naquela primavera, eles conseguiram convencer Gl贸ria Dolan e Peggy Goldstein a irem para casa com eles, para bailes a quatro, na sala, e como nessa altura Ferguson e Gl贸ria j谩 eram veteranos em beijar, seu exemplo inspirou Howard e Peggy a experimentarem sua pr贸pria inicia莽茫o na complexa arte do beijo de l铆ngua.”
― Paul Auster, 4鈥�3鈥�2鈥�