You grow up black, in the American South, in the late 40s and the 50s. You have no control. White segregation is law, tell you where to go to school, which bus you can ride on, where you can ride on the bus, which taxis to take, what you can say. Your life is proscribed. And then in the 60s, what we call the American Black Social Revolution, then you had black ideologues trying to tell me what to do, and so I'm all the time I'm saying to myself hey, when do I get to decide what I want to do?