Just look at the scores of thousands of housing tracts in this country, where only parents and children live. Think of the impact on these children w… - Alex Haley

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Just look at the scores of thousands of housing tracts in this country, where only parents and children live. Think of the impact on these children who will grow up without close proximity to grandparents. There are certain things that a grandmammy or a granddaddy can do for a child that no one else can. It's sort of like Stardust — the relationship between grandparents and children. The lack of this for many children has to have a negative impact on society. The edges of these children are a little sharper for the lack of it. … I tell young people to go to the oldest members of their family and get as much oral history as possible. Many grandparents carry three or four generations of history in their heads but don't talk about it because they have been ignored. And when the young person starts doing this, the old are warmed to the cockles of their souls and will tell a grandchild everything they can muster.

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About Alex Haley

Alexander Palmer Haley (11 August 1921 – 10 February 1992) was an American writer best known for his work Roots: The Saga of an American Family.

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Native Name: Alexander Murray Palmer Haley
Also Known As: Alex
Alternative Names: Alexander Palmer Haley Alexander M. P. Haley A. M. P. Haley A. Haley Haley Alexander Haley Alex Palmer Haley Haley, Alexander Murray Palmer Haley, Alex Хейли, Алекс Алекс Хейли А. Хейли

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And there was a lot of exclaiming about some Massa Patrick Henry having cried out, 'Give me liberty or give me death!' Kunta liked that, but he couldn't understand how somebody white could say it; white folks looked pretty free to him.

His learning to speak the toubob tongue, he realized, had played a big part in it. In this everyday talking, he seldom even thought of Mandinka words any more, excepting those few that for some reason his mind still clung to. Indeed, by now — Kunta grimly faced it — he even thought in the toubob tongue. In countless things he did as well as said and thought, his Mandinka ways had slowly been replaced by those of the blacks he had been among. The only thing in which he felt he could take some small pride was that in twenty rains he had never touched the meat of the swine.

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