I question the political judgement of those who would have the nerve to paint Christ white with his obvious African nose, lips and wooly hair.
In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.
The whole bullying issue has really struck a nerve with me. It affects so many different types of people at a vital time in their lives.
I never said I was an angel. Nor am I innocent or holy like the Virgin Mary. What I am is natural and serious and as sensitive as an open nerve on an ice cube.
What I want to know is how the white man, with the blood of black people dripping off his fingers, can have the audacity to be asking black people, 'Do they hate him?' That takes a lot of nerve.