Certain Things Need To Be Said If

Wealth Is Not The Fruit Of Labor But The Result Of Organized Protected Robbery.

And It Is Clear That In The Colonial Countries The Peasants Alone Are Revolutionary, For They Have Nothing To Lose And Everything To Gain. The Starving Peasant, Outside The Class System Is The First Among The Exploited To Discover That Only Violence Pays. For Him There Is No Compromise, No Possible Coming To Terms; Colonization And Decolonization A Simply A Question Of Relative Strength.

I, The Man Of Color, Want Only This: That The Tool Never Possess The Man. That The Enslavement Of Man By Man Cease Forever. That Is, Of One By Another. That It Be Possible For Me To Discover And To Love Man, Wherever He May Be.

Today I Believe In The Possibility Of Love; That Is Why I Endeavor To Trace Its Imperfections, Its Perversions.

I Am Black; I Am In Total Fusion With The World, In Sympathetic Affinity With The Earth, Losing My Id In The Heart Of The Cosmos -- And The White Man, However Intelligent He May Be, Is Incapable Of Understanding Louis Armstrong Or Songs From The Congo. I Am Black, Not Because Of A Curse, But Because My Skin Has Been Able To Capture All The Cosmic Effluvia. I Am Truly A Drop Of Sun Under The Earth.