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The Basic Confrontation Which Seemed To Be Colonialism Versus Anti-colonialism, Indeed Capitalism Versus Socialism, Is Already Losing Its Importance. What Matters Today, The Issue Which Blocks The Horizon, Is The Need For A Redistribution Of Wealth. Humanity Will Have To Address This Question, No Matter How Devastating The Consequences May Be.

Introducing Someone As A "negro Poet With A University Degree" Or Again, Quite Simply, The Expression, "a Great Black Poet." These Ready-made Phrases, Which Seem In A Common-sense Way To Fill A Need-or Have A Hidden Subtlety, A Permanent Rub.

I Am Black: I Am The Incarnation Of A Complete Fusion With The World, An Intuitive Understanding Of The Earth, An Abandonment Of My Ego In The Heart Of The Cosmos, And No White Man, No Matter How Intelligent He May Be, Can Ever Understand Louis Armstrong And The Music Of The Congo.

Every Race Will Have Disagreements Amongst Themselves, But We Must Put Aside Our Differences, And Work Together For The Advancement Of That Race" Sandra Forsythe

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.