For The Black Man There Is Only

When People Like Me, They Like Me "in Spite Of My Color." When They Dislike Me; They Point Out That It Isn't Because Of My Color. Either Way, I Am Locked In To The Infernal Circle.

Violence Is Man Re-creating Himself.

The Business Of Obscuring Language Is A Mask Behind Which Stands The Much Bigger Business Of Plunder.

...there Are Too Many Idiots In This World. And Having Said It, I Have The Burden Of Proving It.

In The Colonial Context The Settler Only Ends His Work Of Breaking In The Native When The Latter Admits Loudly And Intelligibly The Supremacy Of The White Man's Values.