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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.

It Is The White Man Who Creates The Negro. But It Is The Negro Who Creates Negritude.

I Came Into The World Imbued With The Will To Find A Meaning In Things, My Spirit Filled With The Desire To Attain To The Source Of The World, And Then I Found That I Was An Object In The Midst Of Other Objects.

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.

Get Used To Me, I Am Not Getting Used To Anyone.