If anything is certain, it is that I myself am not a Marxist.
My obsessions stay the same – historical memory and historical erasure. I am particularly interested in the Americas and how a history that is rooted in colonialism, the language and iconography of empire, disenfranchisement, the enslavement of peoples, and the way that people were sectioned off because of blood.
I am not one of those people who believe that MLK achieved more in martyrdom than he could have if he’d lived: imagine what a guiding influence he could have on the world were he still among us.
I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions.
I am not very moved by historical apologies.
I am climbing a difficult road; but the glory gives me strength.
Something that’s seldom appreciated about me is that I am in sympathy with a great deal of what Marx wrote, except that I’m on the side of the bourgeoisie.
I am a pure-blooded Polish nobleman without a single drop of bad blood – certainly not German blood.
I am, in general, favourable to activism and social movements and hostile to graft and corruption.
I am not unaware that leaders betray, and sell out, and play false.