The explosion will not happen today. It is too soon… or too late.
I do not come with timeless truths.
My consciousness is not illuminated with ultimate radiances.
Nevertheless, in complete composure, I think it would be good if certain things were said.
These things I am going to say, not shout. For it is a long time since shouting has gone out of my life.
So very long…
Why write this book? No one has asked me for it.
Especially those to whom it is directed.
Well? Well, I reply quite calmly that there are too many idiots in this world. And having said it, I have the burden of proving it.
Towards a new humanism…
Understanding among men…
Our colored brothers…
Mankind, I believe in you…
Race prejudice…
To understand and to love…
From all sides dozens and hundreds of pages assail me and try to impose their wills on me. But a single line would be enough.
Supply a single answer and the color problem would be stripped of all its importance.
What does a man want?
What does the black man want?

Frantz Fanon Black Skin, White MasksĀ (Pluto Press, 2008), p. 1

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