...Baltimore. It's imperfect. Boy, is it imperfect. And there are parts of its past that make you wince. It's not all marble steps and waitresses calling you 'hon,' you know. Racial strife in the sixties, the riots during the Civil War. F. Scott Fitzgerald said it was civilized and gay, rotted and polite. The terms are slightly anachronistic now, but I think he was essentially right.

It was the freedom to experiment that made this experiment called Freedom possible.

I've never heard anyone come back from downtown Baltimore waxing poetic about the authenticity of poverty.

You need to have a WhyHaving a “Why” whatever it is, becomes food. It makes your dreams become more urgent.

White supremacy is a black person telling the people of Baltimore to chill out and try peace, thinking they came up with that thought all on their own.

My heart isn't big enough to care for the oppressors.