The American Race is marked by a brown complexion; long, black, lank hair; and deficient beard.

Relaxing your hair is like being in prison. You're caged in. Your hair rules you. You didn't go running with Curt today because you don't want to sweat out this straightness. You're always battling to make your hair do what it wasn't meant to do.

In disposition the Negro is joyous, flexible, and indolent; while the many nations which compose this race present a singular diversity of intellectual character, of which the far extreme is the lowest grade of humanity.

He'd have mattress ticking in his beard and in his hair.

Black and brown pride have been taught in my household for a long time.

I'm very much over my hair. If it was up to me I'd have cut it a long time ago.