When I write and when I speak, I try to do so with utmost
propriety — carefully, responsibly, discreetly. When I am unsure about
some matter, I try to calibrate my language to indicate the appropriate
level of uncertainty. I am not rash in my judgement.
So what do I do with that part of me — even the dominant
half — that is full of rage, prejudice, passion, irrationality? I just
want to scream sometimes to let loose, to let it all hang out,
unapologetically, without shame even.
I channel that unruliness into…silence.
I’m so tired…let’s get on with it.