“And herein lies the hope of our future, I think, that reflection — in this day being stimulated by the reality of increasing dislocations and misery — itself may become an endemic social practice in its own right, thereby multiplying the odds the we collectively arrive at an accurate understanding of those social relations among us that make for domination, dispossession and oppression, that we might on the basis of this awareness develop other sets of social practices whose end is the effective disruption and eventual quashing in our society of the exploitation of man by man.”
I, the man of color, want only this:
That the tool never possess the man. That the enslavement of man by man cease forever. That is, of one by another. That it be possible for me to discover and to love man, wherever he may be.
The Negro is not. Any more than the white mam.
Both must turn their backs on the inhuman voices which were those of their respective ancestors in order that authentic communication be possible. Before it can adopt a positive voice, freedom requires an effort at dis-alienation. At the beginning of his life a man is always clotted, he is drowned in contingency. The tragedy of the man is that he was once a child.
It is through the effort to recapture the self and to scrutinize the self, it is through the lasting tension of their freedom that men will be able to create…
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