The white world, the only decent one, was preventing me from participating. It demanded that a man behave like a man. It demanded of me that I behave like a black man or at least a negro. I hailed the world, and the world amputated my enthusiasm. I was expected to stay in line and and make myself scarce. Ill show them! They cant say I didnt warn them. Slavery? No longer a subject of discussion, just a bad memory. My so-called inferiority? A hoax that it would be better to laugh about. I was prepared to forget everything, provided the world intergrated me. My incisors were ready to go into action. I could feel them, sharp. And then....I dont believe it! Whereas I had every reason to vent my hatred and loathing, they were rejecting me? Whereas I was the one they should have begged and implored, I was denied the slightest recognition? I made up my mind, since it was impossible to rid myself of my innate complex, to assert myself as a black man. Since the other was reluctant to recognize me, there was only one answer: to make myself known.- Frantz Fanon
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 16:09:50 +0000
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