The movements, the attitudes, the glances of the other fixed me there, in a sense in which a chemical solution is fixed by a dye. I was indignant; I demanded an explanation. Nothing happened. I burst apart. Now the fragments have been put together again by another self.
Fanton Frantz 1
Only when a people learns from its history and affirms its identity does it have the right to define its future.
Maya Indian poster from Guatemala 2
The character of this displaced “homeward” journey…“ends” not in Ethiopia but with Garvey's statue in front of the St Ann Parish library in Jamaica: not with a traditional tribal chant but with the music of Burning Spear and Bob Marley's Redemption Song. This is our “long journey home.”
Stuart Hall 3
Stuart Hall, one of England's foremost scholars of culture, recalls a childhood and adolescence in Jamaica “in the shadow of the black diaspora.” His own, his family's, and his community's blackness was all-pervasive—accepted, unquestioned, unreflected, felt only in its relationship to whites. No one ever talked of Africa. It was only in the 1970s that Africa was “rediscovered” through a simultaneously popular and highly intellectual process related to the negritude movement of Aimée Ceasire and Leopold Senghor.