Hate Demands Existence, And He Who Hates

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.

When A Bachelor Of Philosophy From The Antilles Refuses To Apply For Certification As A Teacher On The Grounds Of His Color I Say That Philosophy Has Never Saved Anyone. When Someone Else Strives And Strains To Prove To Me That Black Men Are As Intelligent As White Men I Say That Intelligence Has Never Saved Anyone: And That Is True, For, If Philosophy And Intelligence Are Invoked To Proclaim The Equality Of Men, They Have Also Been Employed To Justify The Extermination Of Men.

Hate Demands Existence, And He Who Hates Has To Show His Hate In Appropriate Actions And Behaviors; In A Sense, He Has To Become Hate. That Is Why The Americans Have Substituted Discrimination For Lynching.

When I Search For Man In The Technique And The Style Of Europe, I See Only A Succession Of Negations Of Man, And An Avalanche Of Murders.

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.