When I Search For Man In The

The Negro Enslaved By His Inferiority, The White Man Enslaved By His Superiority Alike Behave In Accordance With A Neurotic Orientation.

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.

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.

Anti-semitism Hits Me On The Head: I Am Enraged, I Am Bled White By An Appalling Battle, I Am Deprived Of The Possibility Of Being Man. I Cannot Disassociate Myself From The Future That Is Proposed For My Brother.

Culture Has Never The Translucidity Of Custom; It Abhors All Simplification. In Its Essence It Is Opposed To Custom, For Custom Is Always The Deterioration Of Culture.