The paper tiger hero, James Bond, offering the whites a triumphant image of themselves, is saying what many whites want desperately to hear reaffirmed: I am still the White Man, lord of the land, licensed to kill, and the world is still an empire at my feet.
Eldridge CleaverWhat America demands in her black champions is a brilliant, powerful body and a dull, bestial mind.
Eldridge CleaverHistory could pass for a scarlet text, its jot and title graven red in human blood.
Eldridge CleaverAnd why does it make you sad to see how everything hangs by such thin and whimsical threads? Because youโre a dreamer, an incredible dreamer, with a tiny spark hidden somewhere inside you which cannot die, which even you cannot kill or quench and which tortures you horribly because all the odds are against its continual burning. In the midst of the foulest decay and putrid savagery, this spark speaks to you of beauty, of human warmth and kindness, of goodness, of greatness, of heroism, of martyrdom, and it speaks to you of love.
Eldridge Cleaver