Two Centuries Ago, A Former European Colony

Fervor Is The Weapon Of Choice For The Impotent.

The Gaze That The Colonized Subject Casts At The Colonist's Sector Is A Look Of Lust, A Look Of Envy. Dreams Of Possession. Every Type Of Possession; Of Sitting At The Colonist's Table And Sleeping In His Bed, Preferably With His Wife. The Colonized Man Is An Envious Man.

To Educate The Masses Politically Does Not Mean, Cannot Mean, Making A Political Speech. What It Means Is To Try, Relentlessly And Passionately, To Teach The Masses That Everything Depends On Them; That If We Stagnate It Is Their Responsibility, And That If We Go Forward It Is Due To Them Too, That There Is No Such Thing As A Demiurge, That There Is No Famous Man Who Will Take The Responsibility For Everything, But That The Demiurge Is The People Themselves And The Magic Hands Are Finally Only The Hands Of The People.

Today I Believe In The Possibility Of Love; That Is Why I Endeavor To Trace Its Imperfections, Its Perversions.

The Misfortune Of The Man Of Color Is Having Been Enslaved. The Misfortune And Inhumanity Of The White Man Are Having Killed Man Somewhere.