Sara Salem

“I only now understand why it is that people lie about their past, why they say they are one thing other than the thing they really are, why they invent a self that bears no resemblance to who they really are, why anyone would want to feel as if he or she belongs to nothing, comes from no one, just fell out of the sky, whole.”
― Jamaica Kincaid, My Brother

“Describing African students sent to London to study in the 1970s, she writes (and Achebe quotes): They work hard for the Doctorates – They work too hard, Giving away Not only themselves, but All of us – The price is high, My brother, Otherwise the story is as old as empires.”
― Laura Chrisman, Postcolonial contraventions: Cultural readings of race, imperialism and transnationalism

“A survey was conducted in 1995 asking the following question: “Would you close your eyes for a second, envision a drug user, and describe that person to me?” The startling results were published in the Journal of Alcohol and Drug Education. Ninety-five percent of respondents pictured a black drug user, while only 5 percent imagined other racial groups.39 These results contrast sharply with the reality of drug crime in America. African Americans constituted only 15 percent of current drug users in 1995, and they constitute roughly the same percentage today. Whites constituted the vast majority of drug users then (and now), but almost no one pictured a white person when asked to imagine what a drug user looks like. The same group of respondents also perceived the typical drug trafficker as black.”
― Michelle Alexander, The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness

“This land used to yield. Rains used not to fail. What happened?’ inquired Ruoro. It was Muturi who answered. ‘You forget that in those days the land was not for buying. It was for use. It was also plenty, you need not have beaten one yard over and over again.”
― Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o, Petals of Blood