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They Realize At Last That Change Does Not Mean Reform, That Change Does Not Mean Improvement.

However Painful It May Be For Me To Accept This Conclusion, I Am Obliged To State It: For The Black Man There Is Only One Destiny. And It Is White.

Every Colonized People-in Other Words, Every People In Whose Soul An Inferiority Complex Has Been Created By The Death And Burial Of Its Local Cultural Originality-finds Itself Face To Face With The Language Of The Civilizing Nation; That Is, With The Culture Of The Mother Country. The Colonized Is Elevated Above His Jungle Status In Proportion To His Adoption Of The Mother Country's Cultural Standards.

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.

And It Is Clear That In The Colonial Countries The Peasants Alone Are Revolutionary, For They Have Nothing To Lose And Everything To Gain. The Starving Peasant, Outside The Class System Is The First Among The Exploited To Discover That Only Violence Pays. For Him There Is No Compromise, No Possible Coming To Terms; Colonization And Decolonization A Simply A Question Of Relative Strength.