ABSTRACT
It came to an end: the mouths opened of their own accord; the yellow and black voices still talked about our humanism, but it was to reproach us for our inhumanity. We listened without displeasure to these courteous expressions of bitterness. At first there was a
* Preface to The Wretched of the Earth, by Frantz Fanon, Paris, Maspéro, 1961.
