When I was a child, we always had wine on the table, no matter how simple the meal. The wine had no special identity; it was just &#39;the wine,&#39; from the cellar cask. The rules were general: white with the first course, red with the main course.

I want you to observe...that those who cry the loudest about their disillusionment, about the failure of virtue, the futility of reason, the impotence of logic—are those who have achieved the full, exact, logical result of the ideas they preached, so mercilessly logical that they dare not identify it.

I have no desire to take all black people back to Africa; there are blacks who are no good here and will likewise be no good there.

Written By Marcus Garvey

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