From the novel, Cacao (1935):


iandeleonarts:

“Not even the children touched the cacao fruit. They
were afraid of those yellow berries, so sweet on the inside, which enslaved them to this life of breadfruit and dried meat.”

and from The Violent Land:

"i was a lad in the days of slavery. My father was a slave, my mother also. But it wasn’t any worse then than it is today. Things don’t change; it’s all talk.”