What I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesnt see Negroes hanging from its branches. – Jean Genet
We know that their adventures are childish. They themselves are fools. They are ready to kill or be killed over a card-game in which an opponent — or they themselves — was cheating. Yet, thanks to such fellows, tragedies are possible. – Jean Genet
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