When it was first produced in 1959, A Raisin in the Sun was awarded the New York Drama Critics Circle Award for that season and hailed as a watershed in American drama. A pioneering work by an African-American playwright, the play was a radically new representation of black life. "A play that... read more
““So now it’s life. Money is life. Once upon a time freedom used to be life- now it’s money.””Mama
““So you butchered up a dream of mine-you-who always talking ‘bout your children’s dream…”(95).”Walter
““Well-I do-all right?-thank everybody! And forgive me for ever wanting to be anything at all!”(37).”Ruth
““No-I wanted to cure. It used to be so important to me. I wanted to cure. It used to matter. I used to care…”(133).”Ruth
“Seem like God didn’t see fit to give the black man nothing but dreams—but He did give us children to make them dreams seem worth while.”Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
Mama, you don’t understand. It’s all a matter of ideas, and God is just one idea I don’t accept. It’s not important. I am not going out and be immoral or commit crimes because I don’t believe in God. I don’t even think about it. It’s just that I get tired of Him getting credit for all the things the human race achieves through its own stubborn effort. There simply is no blasted God—there is only man and it is he who makes miracles!Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
If you so crazy ’bout messing ’round with sick people—then go be a nurse like other women—or just get married and be quiet …Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
The world’s most backward race of people, and that’s a fact.Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
slaps her powerfully across the face. After, there is only silence and the daughter drops her eyes from her mother’s face, and MAMA is very tall before her)Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
So you butchered up a dream of mine—you—who always talking ’bout your children’s dreams …Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
You ain’t satisfied or proud of nothing we done. I mean that you had a home; that we kept you out of trouble till you was grown; that you don’t have to ride to work on the back of nobody’s streetcar— You my children—but how different we done become.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
Bitter? Man, I’m a volcano. Bitter? Here I am a giant—surrounded by ants! Ants who can’t even understand what it is the giant is talking about.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
Well, I always wanted me a garden like I used to see sometimes at the back of the houses down home. This plant is close as I ever got to having one.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
That is just what is wrong with the colored woman in this world … Don’t understand about building their men up and making ’em feel like they somebody. Like they can do something.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
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