There are so many great passages from Clarence Thomas’ memoir, it makes it difficult to narrow down, so I will share a few for the next several days. Enjoy.
“The damn vacation is over,” Daddy [his grandfather] had told us on the morning we moved into his house. I thought of the filthy outdoor toilet behind Pigeon’s [his mother] old tenement and tried to figure out what vacation he was talking about.”
“Old Man Can’t is dead– I helped bury him” –Myers Anderson (Daddy)
“… we missed school only once in all the years I lived on East Thirty-second Street. That was not Daddy’s fault: he warned us that if we died, he’d take our bodies to school for three days to make sure we weren’t faking, and we figured he meant it.”
”I was honest with Juan [Williams] about my view of the race debate, which I found increasingly exasperating. I didn’t care which schools blacks attended, so long as they recieved a good education. As I told another reporter, ‘I think segregation is bad, I think it’s wrong, it’s immoral, I’d fight against it with every breath in my body — but you don’t need to sit next to a white person to learn how to read and write.’ Nor did it matter to me if certain neighorhoods were predominately white or black so long as they were safe and blacks could freely choose to live in either. I was sick and tired of the theories and statistics that had come to dominate the discourse on both sides of the political fence. What mattered to me were individuals and their problems, but most of the people I met in Washington, Republicans and Democrats alike, seemed hell-bent on winning arguments instead of solving those problems. Juan understood my pent-up frustration with this self-serving, irrelevant debate, a constant struggle that never seemed to change anything for the people who needed our help.”
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