COSMIC EFFLUVIA VERSUS THE HOUSE AT POOH CORNER:

—BLACK CLOUD, Chief Poetic Justice Warrior, Stoking the Fire:

“With today’s quote below from Frantz Fanon, we pose the question: Could President Trump have saved himself—and the world a world of earned grief—had he substituted the phrase cosmic effluvia for sh!thole countries?”

It would have sounded so much better given cosmic effluvia’s provenance coming from a past Third World advocate. Cosmic Effluvia by any other name would still smell just the same.

We must also ask, in light of Mr Fanon’s quip about White men not being able to understand Louis Armstrong or songs from the Congo, if he could understand the soul and sentiment expressed in the wistful lyrics of House at Pooh Corner.

Frantz Fanon:

“I am black; I am in total fusion with the world, in sympathetic affinity with the earth, losing my id in the heart of the cosmos — and the white man, however intelligent he may be, is incapable of understanding Louis Armstrong or songs from the Congo. I am black, not because of a curse, but because my skin has been able to capture all the cosmic effluvia. I am truly a drop of sun under the earth.”

—Frantz Fanon was the author of, THE WRETCHED OF THE EARTH