O My Body, Make Of Me Always

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.

The Settler Makes History And Is Conscious Of Making It. And Because He Constantly Refers To The History Of His Mother Country, He Clearly Indicates That He Himself Is The Extension Of That Mother Country. Thus The History Which He Writes Is Not The History Of The Country Which He Plunders But The History Of His Own Nation In Regard To All That She Skims Off, All That She Violates And Starves.

Certain Things Need To Be Said If One Is To Avoid Falsifying The Problem.

Negrophobes Exist. It Is Not Hatred Of The Negro, However, That Motivates Them; They Lack The Courage For That, Or They Have Lost It. Hate Is Not Inborn; It Has To Be Constantly Cultivated, To Be Brought Into Being, In Conflict With More Or Less Recognized Guilt Complexes. Hate Demands Existence And He Who Hates Has To Show His Hate In Appropriate Actions And Behavior; In A Sense, He Has To Become Hate. That Is Why Americans Have Substituted Discrimination For Lynching. Each To His Own Side Of The Street.

If The Building Of A Bridge Does Not Enrich The Awareness Of Those Who Work On It, Then The Bridge Ought Not To Be Built.