Over the next hour, as I wondered whether Madeleine or BFD would emerge from behind the curtains first, I spoke with the eschatological muscle about Césaire, Fanon, and my fear that in this tempest of a world, I was what Césaire considered Ariel. Was my reluctance to continue subscribing to Césaire and Fanon’s vision of violence as being inevitable in the struggle against colonization a sign of theoretical revision on my part, based on my revolutionary experience? Or was it simply an excuse to justify my reluctance to commit in the way they saw commitment, as a demand for violent uprising?
