Real Revolutionaries Adorn Themselves On The Inside,

How Is It Possible To Feel Nostalgia For A World I Never Knew?

I Have Come To Communism Because Of Daddy Stalin And Nobody Must Come And Tell Me That I Mustn’t Read Stalin. I Read Him When It Was Very Bad To Read Him. That Was Another Time. And Because I’m Not Very Bright, And A Hard-headed Person, I Keep On Reading Him. Especially In This New Period, Now That It Is Worse To Read Him. Then, As Well As Now, I Still Find A Seri Of Things That Are Very Good.

I Wanted To Take Part In The Liberation Of Even A Small Piece Of Enslaved Latin America.

The Blacks, Those Magnificent Examples Of The African Race Who Have Conserved Their Racial Purity By A Lack Of Affinity With Washing, Have Seen Their Patch Invaded By A Different Kind Of Slave: The Portuguese. The Black Is Indolent And Fanciful, He Spends His Money On Frivolity And Drink; The European Comes From A Tradition Of Working And Saving Which Follows Him To This Corner Of America And Drives Him To Get Ahead.

We Cannot Be Sure Of Having Something To Live For Unless We Are Willing To Die For It.