“Spinelessness takes hold of this divided heart. And, with it, the usual trickery, the taste for “schemes”; thus blossoms in the Antilles this flower of human baseness, the colored bourgeoisie.
And when, abruptly, in the Caribbean night, all decked out in love and quiet, there bursts forth the call of drums, the Blacks ready themselves to respond to the desire of the earth and of the dance,
It is thus that the Caribbean conflagration blows its silent fumes, blinding for the only eyes that know how to see,”
“The Great Camouflage”, trans. Keith L. Walker, in Césaire, The Great Camouflage, 2012, pp 39-46. monoskop.org
