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FRANTZ FANON. Translated by Charles Lam Markmann. Forewords by. Ziauddin Sardar and Homi K. Bhabha black skin white skin masks it. PLUTO PRESS. Not so very long ago, the earth numbered two thousand million inhabitants: five hundred million men, and one thousand five hundred million natives. The former . Black Skin, White Masks. A Dying Colonialism. Toward the African Revolution. THE WRETCHED. OF THE EARTH. Frantz Fanon. Translated from the French.


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Frantz Fanon's legend in America starts with the story of his death in Washington on December 6, Despite his reluctance to be treated "in that country. PDF | 75+ minutes read | On Dec 16, , Blake Hilton and others published Frantz Fanon and colonialism: A psychology of oppression. PDF | 80+ minutes read | This essay is an explication of Frantz Fanon as a humanist. Through a detailed reading of his four major works.

Hatred, blind hatred which is as yet an abstraction, is their only wealth; the Master calls it forth because he seeks to reduce them to animals, but he fails to break it down because his interests stop him half-way. But their petty thefts mark the beginning of a resistance which is still unorganized.

That is not enough; there are those among them who assert themselves by throwing themselves barehanded against the guns; these are their heroes. Others make men of themselves by murdering Europeans, and these are shot down; brigands or martyrs, their agony exalts the terrified masses.

Yes, terrified; at this fresh stage, colonial aggression turns inward in a current of terror among the natives. By this I do not only mean the fear that they experience when faced with our inexhaustible means of repression but also that which their own fury produces in them.

They are cornered between our guns pointed at them and those terrifying compulsions, those desires for murder which spring from the depth of their spirits and which they do not always recognize; for at first it is not their violence, it is ours, which turns back on itself and rends them; and the first action of these oppressed creatures is to bury deep down that hidden anger which their and our moralities condemn and which is however only the last refuge of their humanity.

If this suppressed fury fails to find an outlet, it turns in a vacuum and devastates the oppressed creatures themselves.

In order to free themselves they even massacre each other. They can only stop themselves from marching against the machine-guns by doing our work for us; of their own accord they will speed up the dehumanisation that they reject.

Under the amused eye of the settler, they will take the greatest precautions against their own kind by setting up supernatural barriers, at times reviving old and terrible myths, at others binding themselves by scrupulous rites.

It is in this way that an obsessed person flees from his deepest needs — by binding himself to certain observances which require his attention at every turn. They dance; that keeps them busy; it relaxes their painfully contracted muscles; and then the dance mimes secretly, often without their knowing, the refusal they cannot utter and the murders they dare not commit. In certain districts they make use of that last resort — possession by spirits. Formerly this was a religious experience in all its simplicity, a certain communion of the faithful with sacred things; now they make of it a weapon against humiliation and despair; Mumbo-Jumbo and all the idols of the tribe come down among them, rule over their violence and waste it in trances until it in exhausted.

At the same time these high-placed, personages protect them; in other words the colonized people protect themselves against colonial estrangement by going one better in religious estrangement, with the unique result that finally they add the two estrangements together and each reinforces the other. This is a defence, but it is also the end of the story; the self is disassociated, and the patient heads for madness. Let us add, for certain other carefully selected unfortunates, that other witchery of which I have already spoken: Western culture.

If I were them, you may say, I'd prefer my mumbo-jumbo to their Acropolis. Two worlds: that makes two bewitchings; they dance all night and at dawn they crowd into the churches to hear mass; each day the split widens. Our enemy betrays his brothers and becomes our accomplice; his brothers do the same thing. Laying claim to and denying the human condition at the same time: the contradiction is explosive.

For that matter it does explode, you know as well as I do; and we are living at the moment when the match is put to the fuse. When the rising birthrate brings wider famine in its wake, when these newcomers have life to fear rather more than death, the torrent of violence sweeps away all barriers.

In Algeria and Angola, Europeans are massacred at sight. The Left at home is embarrassed; they know the true situation of the natives, the merciless oppression they are submitted to; they do not condemn their revolt, knowing full well that we have done everything to provoke it.

But, all the same, they think to themselves, there are limits; these guerrillas should be bent on showing that they are chivalrous; that would be the best way of showing they are men.

Sometimes the Left scolds them There is one duty to be done, one end to achieve: to thrust out colonialism by every means in their power. The more far-seeing among us will be, in the last resort, ready to admit this duty and this end; but we cannot help seeing in this ordeal by force the altogether inhuman means that these less-than-men make use of to win the concession of a charter of humanity.

Accord it to them at once, then, and let them endeavour by peaceful undertakings to deserve it. Our worthiest souls contain racial prejudice. They would do well to read Fanon; for he shows clearly that this irrepressible violence is neither sound and fury, nor the resurrection of savage instincts, nor even the effect of resentment: it is man re-creating himself.

I think we understood this truth at one time, but we have forgotten it — that no gentleness can efface the marks of violence; only violence itself can destroy them. The native cures himself of colonial neurosis by thrusting out the settler through force of arms. When his rage boils over, he rediscovers his lost innocence and he comes to know himself in that he himself creates his self. Far removed from his war, we consider it as a triumph of barbarism; but of its own volition it achieves, slowly but surely, the emancipation of the rebel, for bit by bit it destroys in him and around him the colonial gloom.

Once begun, it is a war that gives no quarter. You may fear or be feared; that is to say, abandon yourself to the disassociations of a sham existence or conquer your birthright of unity. When the peasant takes a gun in his hands, the old myths grow dim and the prohibitions are one by one forgotten. For in the first days of the revolt you must kill: to shoot down a European is to kill two birds with one stone, to destroy an oppressor and the man he oppresses at the same time: there remain a dead man, and a free man; the survivor, for the first time, feels a national soil under his foot.

At this moment the Nation does not shrink from him; wherever he goes, wherever he may be, she is; she follows, and is never lost to view, for she is one with his liberty. But, after the first surprise, the colonial army strikes; and then all must unite or be slaughtered.

Tribal dissensions weaken and tend to disappear; in the first place because they endanger the Revolution, but for the more profound reason that they served no other purpose before than to divert violence against false foes. The Nation marches forward; for each of her children she is to be found wherever his brothers are fighting. Their feeling for each other is the reverse of the hatred they feel for you; they are brothers inasmuch as each of them has killed and may at any moment have to kill again.

But however great may be the task at each turning of the way the revolutionary consciousness deepens. With his blinkers off, the peasant takes account of his real needs; before they were enough to kill him, but he tried to ignore them; now he sees them as infinitely great requirements.

In this violence which springs from the people, which enables them to hold out for five years — for eight years as the Algerians have done — the military, political and social necessities cannot be separated.

The war, by merely setting the question of command and responsibility, institutes new structures which will become the first institutions of peace.

Here, then, is man even now established in new traditions, the future children of a horrible present; here then we see him legitimized by a law which will be born or is born each day under fire: once the last settler is killed, shipped home or assimilated, the minority breed disappears, to be replaced by socialism.

Look how patient he is! While he is waiting for decisive victories, or even without expecting them at all, he tires out his adversaries until they are sick of him. It will not be without fearful losses; the colonial army becomes ferocious; the country is marked out, there are mopping-up operations, transfers of population, reprisal expeditions, and they massacre women and children.

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He knows this; this new man begins his life as a man at the end of it; he considers himself as a potential corpse.

This potential dead man has lost his wife and his children; he has seen so many dying men that he prefers victory to survival; others, not he, will have the fruits of victory; he is too weary of it all. But this weariness of the heart is the root of an unbelievable courage. We find our humanity on this side of death and despair; he finds it beyond torture and death. We have sown the wind; he is the whirlwind. The child of violence, at every moment he draws from it his humanity.

We were men at his expense, he makes himself man at ours: a different man; of higher quality. Here Fanon stops. He has shown the way forward: he is the spokesman of those who are fighting and he has called for union, that is to say the unity of the African continent against all dissensions and all particularisms.

He has gained his end. If he had wished to describe in all its details the historical phenomenon of decolonization he would have to have spoken of us; this is not at all his intention.

But, when we have closed the book, the argument continues within us, in spite of its author; for we feel the strength of the peoples in revolt and we answer by force.

Frantz Fanon: The Empowerment of the Periphery

Everyone of us must think for himself — always provided that he thinks at all; for in Europe today, stunned as she is by the blows received by France, Belgium or England, even to allow your mind to be diverted, however slightly, is as good as being the accomplice in crime of colonialism. This book has not the slightest need of a preface, all the less because it is not addressed to us.

Yet I have written one, in order to bring the argument to its conclusion; for we in Europe too are being decolonized: that is to say that the settler which is in every one of us is being savagely rooted out. Let us look at ourselves, if we can bear to, and see what is becoming of us.

Alienation and Freedom

First, we must face that unexpected revelation, the strip-tease of our humanism. It was nothing but an ideology of lies, a perfect justification for pillage; its honeyed words, its affectation of sensibility were only alibis for our aggressions. A fine sight they are too, the believers in non-violence, saying that they are neither executioners nor victims.

And if you chose to be victims and to risk being put in prison for a day or two, you are simply choosing to pull your irons out of the fire. Try to understand this at any rate: if violence began this very evening and if exploitation and oppression had never existed on the earth, perhaps the slogans of non-violence might end the quarrel. But if the whole regime, even your non-violent ideas, are conditioned by a thousand-year-old oppression, your passivity serves only to place you in the ranks of the oppressors.

You know well enough that we are exploiters. This was not without excellent results, as witness our palaces, our cathedrals and our great industrial cities; and then when there was the threat of a slump, the colonial markets were there to soften the blow or to divert it.

Crammed with riches, Europe accorded the human status de jure to its inhabitants. With us, to be a man is to be an accomplice of colonialism, since all of us without exception have profited by colonial exploitation.

This fat, pale continent ends by falling into what Fanon rightly calls narcissism. Is Europe any different?

And that super-European monstrosity, North America? Chatter, chatter: liberty, equality, fraternity, love, honour, patriotism and what have you. All this did not prevent us from making anti-racial speeches about dirty niggers, dirty Jews and dirty Arabs. High-minded people, liberal or just soft-hearted, protest that they were shocked by such inconsistency; but they were either mistaken or dishonest, for with us there is nothing more consistent than a racist humanism since the European has only been able to become a man through creating slaves and monsters.

While there was a native population somewhere this imposture was not shown up; in the notion of the human race we found an abstract assumption of universality which served as cover for the most realistic practices. On the other side of the ocean there was a race of less-than-humans who, thanks to us, might reach our status a thousand years hence, perhaps; in short, we mistook the elite for the genus.

And those eight years of ferocious war which have cost the lives of over a million Algerians? And the tortures?

But let it be understood that nobody reproaches us with having been false to such-and-such a mission — for the very good reason that we had no mission at all. For the folk across the water, new men, freed men, no one has the power nor the right to give anything to anybody; for each of them has every right, and the right to everything.

Here I stop; you will have no trouble in finishing the job; all you have to do is to look our aristocratic virtues straight in the face, for the first and last time. They are cracking up; how could they survive the aristocracy of underlings who brought them into being?

But we, at least, feel some remorse. Formerly our continent was buoyed up by other means: the Parthenon, Chartres, the Rights of Man or the swastika. Now we know what these are worth; and the only chance of our being saved from, shipwreck is the very Christian sentiment of guilt. What then has happened? It simply is that in the past we made history and now it is being made of us.

The ratio of forces has been inverted; decolonization has begun; all that our hired soldiers can do is to delay its completion. The national service units are sent to Algeria, and they remain there seven years with no result.

Frantz Fanon's Contribution to Psychiatry: The Psychology of Racism and Colonialism

Violence has changed its direction. When we were victorious we practised it without its seeming to alter us; it broke down the others, but for us men our humanism remained intact. United by their profits, the peoples of the mother countries baptized their commonwealth of crimes, calling them fraternity and love; today violence, blocked everywhere, comes back on us through our soldiers, comes inside and takes possession of us.

Involution starts; the native re-creates himself, and we, settlers and Europeans, ultras and liberals we break up. Rage and fear are already blatant; they show themselves openly in the nigger-hunts in Algeria. Now, which side are the savages on? Where is barbarism? Fanon reminds us that not so very long ago, a congress of psychiatrists was distressed by the criminal propensities of the native population. These learned men would do well today to follow up their investigations in Europe, and particularly with regard to the French.

This is only a beginning; civil war is forecast for the autumn, or for the spring of next year. Yet our lobes seem to be in perfect condition; is it not rather the case that, since we cannot crush the natives, violence comes back on its tracks, accumulates in the very depths of our nature and seeks a way out? The union of the Algerian people causes the disunion of the French people; throughout the whole territory of the ex-mother-country, the tribes are dancing their war-dances.

The terror has left Africa, and is settling here; for quite obviously there are certain furious beings who want to make us Pay with our own blood for the shame of having been beaten by the native.

The fever is mounting amongst them too, and resentment at the same time.

And they certainly have the wind up! They hide their rage in myths and complicated rites; in order to stave off the day of reckoning and the need for decision they have put at the head of our affairs a Grand Magician whose business it is to keep us all in the dark at all costs.

This is such a daunting world in which we live in. When someone chooses to take a progressive and radical stance for humanity against evil oppressive forces, essentially challenging the status quo, they become demonized by the powers that be. Paradoxically, these evil oppressive forces characterize radicals as demonic, anti-modernity, or an extremist. In my view, Fanon was neither demonic, anti-modernity, nor an extremist. Frantz Fanon was a man that stood up for righteousness, human liberty and impartiality.

According to L. The reality is that the Apartheid apparatus is still alive and well.

The liquidation of colonization is nothing but a prelude to complete liberation, to self-recovery. Due to globalization, which is another synonymic word for colonialism, colonization, and imperialism predicated on and implemented by the Western capitalist nations — the gap between the rich and the poor continues to widen.

The Colonizer and the Colonized. Could there still be hope for another revolutionary path? Only time will tell. However, when Frantz Fanon died in December , he was relatively unknown except among his fighting Algerian comrades, a small group of French Leftists who had been attracted to his writings, and a handful of radical Africans.

In order to comprehensively understand this socialization process of alienation, it must be demonstratively deconstructed. Fanon asserted strongly, unrestrictedly and publicly to the world that European colonialism and European colonization were both unjust acts against humanity; therefore were unethical, immoral and nefarious traditional modes of operations that were destroying the humanity, livelihood, and cultural legacies of Third 67 Emmanuel Hansen.

About Alienation and Freedom

In that respect, this detrimental normalization of colonialism and colonization met the rage and vexation of Frantz Fanon.

He problematized the normality of systemic oppression, subjugation and imperialistic functionalities of the colonial rule. Moreover, the affirmations that Fanon i. Fanon inspired a myriad of Blacks throughout the Diaspora as well as throughout the colonized Africa to look toward a liberatory and independent future that is textural and substantively obtainable.

Furthermore, the obtainability to acquire liberation had to be, without reservation, politicized pervasively as an indispensible apparatus. Turner, Lou.

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Washington, D. Three Continents Press. Sartre, Jean-Paul.One critical ideological concept that Fanon might have concretely adopted from Sartre is the use of violence to free the oppressed. If it's your first time on the site, or you're looking for something specific, it can be difficult to know where to start. Here Fanon stops.

Jean-Paul Sartre. The Colonized and the Colonizer. Roberta Licurgo, In: Then, indeed, Europe could believe in her mission; she had hellenized the Asians; she had created a new breed, the Graeco-Latin Negroes.