I felt like calling attention to AIDS. I had the AIDS ribbon colored into my hair during the playoffs in ’95.
Emancipation came to the colored race in America as a war measure. It was an act of military necessity. Manifestly it would have come without war, in the slower process of humanitarian reform and social enlightenment.
I feel like any single woman of color who’s been onstage has a Shakespeare monologue in her back pocket, and a monologue from ‘For Colored Girls.’ It’s just part of what you should have, as a woman of color.
Jewelry isn’t a necessity, but sometimes it can bring out my fashion. Sometimes if I’m wearing very dark clothes, like darker colored, black, anything like that, and I put white jewelry on top, it look crazy because it’s like, the contrast of the diamonds and the dark clothes.
The people of the North owe to the colored race a deep obligation that is no easy matter to fulfill.
If anyone looks back to the ’70s, ’80s with nostalgic rosy colored glasses and goes, ‘Well, everything was awesome.’ No, everything was not awesome!
Few of the early houses in New England were painted, or colored, as it was called, either without or within. Painters do not appear in any of the early lists of workmen.
I was struck after 9/11 by what seemed the assumption that everyone bereaved by that event was suffering the same thing. I wanted to explore how individual grief is, how complicated, how colored by the complexity of the mourner’s relationship with the person who’s died.
Shaking hands with the Queen of England was a long way from being forced to sit in the colored section of the bus going into downtown Wilmington, North Carolina.
The symptoms of fascist thinking are colored by environment and adapted to immediate circumstances. But always and everywhere they can be identified by their appeal to prejudice and by the desire to play upon the fears and vanities of different groups in order to gain power.
Yes, sir, a patrol car came and took me down to a station where they were trying to develop films, but they hadn’t got the facilities to develop colored film.
The tobacco markets I worked in were segregated. If you went to the bathroom, there was ‘White,’ there was ‘Colored,’ and there was ‘Other.’ I grew up in that.
Malacca is such a rest after the crowds of Japan and the noisy hurry of China! Its endless afternoon remains unbroken except by the dreamy, colored, slow-moving Malay life which passes below the hill. There is never any hurry or noise.
The sea was our main entertainment. When company came, we set them before it on rugs, with thermoses and sandwiches and colored umbrellas, as if the water – blue, green, gray, navy or silver as it might be – were enough to watch.
My first play, ‘The Colored Museum,’ was done in ’86 at the Public Theater.
When I was born, my mother said all the nurses wanted to come see the colored baby.
The colored man is in the South to stay there. He will not leave it voluntarily and he cannot be driven out. He had no voice in being carried into the South, but he will have a very loud voice in any attempt to put him out.
My concern is to keep religion and the state separated. I don’t think that religion and politics go together. When you see political decisions colored by religion, decisions that affect us all… I thought: ‘I do not want to go back to medieval times.’
I credit my grandmother for my sense of style. She was known for wearing bright, outrageous things because it made people happy and she thought it made her more approachable. When you wear a brightly colored shirt or pants, it shows you don’t take yourself too seriously and it puts everyone around you at ease.
Whenever I put on a colored thing, I feel like I’m in a costume. Like when I put on a gray shirt.
White men have always controlled their wives’ wages. Colored men were not able to do so until they themselves became free. Then they owned both their wives and their wages.
Ninety percent of the time, you’re going to hear no. It took me seven years to make ‘Once Upon a Time… When We Were Colored.’ Nobody wanted to see the movie made. I got the movie made.
I use Redken color on my hair and use mild shampoos that don’t strip your hair of color. If I need to, I’ll use a good colored mousse in between.
I’ve been wearing white since my college days. I like color, but if I wear colored clothes now, it would feel like I’m being false. And that’s the worst thing I could be.
I have always been fascinated with precious stones, especially colored ones, and knew that I would eventually join the family business and be a jewelry designer some day.
The hopeless grief of those poor colored people affected me more than almost anything else.
I learned to play the git-tar from an old colored man in the streets of Montgomery. He was named Tetot, and he played in a colored street band.
I was constantly being sought after for money. And the vitriol that came my way from many who felt threatened by controversial aspects of ‘for colored girls’ was often frightening.
I’m kind of a beach bum from Florida, and I have a very different style. I like tight-fitting, Euro-fitting clothes, colored pants.
Also, when you think about a show that you used to watch as a kid or as a teenager, you look at it through sort of rose colored glasses when you remember it.
If months were marked by colors, November in New England would be colored gray.
I had braids before. They were real long, and they were black, but my mom made me cut them for the McDonald’s job. Then, when I got the job, everybody had long braids and colored hair.
Back in the day, prior to rock and roll, music halls, concert venues were segregated if they allowed black people in at all. You know, there were ropes that went around the sitting sections with signs hanging that would say, ‘Sitting for white patrons only,’ or ‘Colored sitting only.’
No one has been barred on account of his race from fighting or dying for America, there are no white or colored signs on the foxholes or graveyards of battle.
Ted Cruz, Rand Paul, Mike Lee, and others who raced to the microphones at the slightest hint of Obama overstepping the lines were damn quiet as Trump wildly colored outside the lines of any rational version of executive power.
Americans, the eyes of the world are upon you. How can you expect the world to believe in you and respect your preaching of democracy when you yourself treat your colored brothers as you do?
I like to make colored xeroxes of things. I clip out pictures of Liza Minelli and her husband from magazines and I fax them to people anonymously.
I had a hair colorist that I knew, so I went to her and had my hair colored, and fortunately, this helped me achieve a very successful modeling career. But, it’s very difficult to maintain red hair.
I remember that alongside the expected dishes, our family had a few of our own specials too like ‘meen manga curry,’ which had a yummy green colored gravy.
I love the power of the musician who composes and performs. I envy their ability to put a nugget of truth in three minutes of sweat and emotional outpouring, colored entirely from their thoughts.
When you grow up in a family of languages, you develop a kind of casual fluency, so that languages, though differently colored, all seem transparent to experience.
One person might be able to learn by reading, another will have a good audio memory, and another will make notes in different colored pens. I have a more multi sensory memory – I remember what I was doing when I learnt it and where I was.
I didn’t have the kind of talent or personality that kept me dreaming about Hollywood. They don’t hire little colored girls to do this or that. After I got that in my head, I took another direction.
My father marched in Selma. My father was there in Alabama. That’s where I was born. My birth certificate says ‘colored.’ It does not say I’m African-American or black. So for me, those are real realities that are not subject to opinion.
The hate directed against the colored people here in St. Louis has always given me a sad feeling because when I was a little girl I remember the horror of the East St. Louis race riot.
I like playing. Guitar… on a loud rock stage… with colored lights. Everything sounds better with colored lights!
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