There Is A Point At Which Methods

I Feel My Soul As Vast As The World, Truly A Soul As Deep As The Deepest Of Rivers; My Chest Has The Power To Expand To Infinity. I Was Made To Give And They Prescribe For Me The Humility Of The Cripple.

National Liberation, National Renaissance, The Restoration Of Nationhood To The People, Commonwealth: Whatever May Be The Headings Used Or The New Formulas Introduced, Decolonization Is Always A Violent Phenomenon.

I Want The World To Recognize With Me The Open Door Of Every Consciousness

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.

No Attempt Must Be Made To Encase Man, For It Is His Destiny To Be Set Free.