Lillian Smith
Lillian Smith
Lillian Eugenia Smithwas a writer and social critic of the Southern United States, known most prominently for her best-selling novel Strange Fruit. A white woman who openly embraced controversial positions on matters of race and gender equality, she was a southern liberal unafraid to criticize segregation and work toward the dismantling of Jim Crow laws, at a time when such actions virtually guaranteed social ostracism...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 December 1897
CountryUnited States of America
No journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within
Each of us has a piece of the puzzle,
Education is a private matter between the person and the world of knowledge and experience, and has little to do with school or college.
We need not feel ashamed of flirting with the zodiac. The zodiac is well worth flirting with.
Man, born of woman, has found it a hard thing to forgive her for giving him birth. The patriarchal protest against the ancient matriarch has borne strange fruit through the years.
The point of life is to find the delicate equilibrium between dream and reality.
None but the weak crave to be better than. Strong men are satisfied with their own strength.
I broke every barrier I could to see things as they are.
To find the point where hypothesis and fact meet; the delicate equilibrium between dream and reality; the place where fantasy and earthly things are metamorphosed into a work of art; the hour when faith in the future becomes knowledge of the past; to lay down one's power for others in need; to shake off the old ordeal and get ready for the new; to question, knowing that never can the full answer be found; to accept uncertainties quietly, even our incomplete knowledge of God; this is what man's journey is about, I think.
The question in crisis or ordeal is not: Are you going to be an extremist? The question is: What kind of extremist are you going to be?
For men tied fast to the absolute, bled of their differences, drained of their dreams by authoritarian leeches until nothing but pulp is left, become a massive, sick Thing whose sheer weight is used ruthlessly by ambitious men. Here is the real enemy of the people: our own selves dehumanized into the masses. And where is the David who can slay this giant?
Belief in Some One's right to punish you is the fate of all children in Judaic-Christian culture. But nowhere else, perhaps, have the rich seed-beds of Western homes found such a growing climate for guilt as is produced in the South by the combination of a warm moist evangelism and racial segregation.
Segregation is evil; there is no pattern of life which can dehumanize men as can the way of segregation.
The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.