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"I was five years old. I started speaking that year. We go to church with my mother. We are there. I stood in front of a picture. A painting depicting scenes from hell. There were angels in the picture. White angels and black angels. All the black angels were going to Hades. I looked at myself. I was black too. So I wouldn't be able to go to heaven. A child's heart cannot handle such things. That's when I decided to prove to the world that a black angel can be good, that he must be good, and that he must offer the goodness of his soul to the world, to both the white and black world."