If only they were kind enough to hate us, we could use that hatred to forge a racial identity. But they refuse to give us even that much respect. We are tools, things to be used, not worthy of love or hate, pity or calumny. They define us by our functions, not our persons. And, because we have no alternatives, so do we….
It took a bloody strike to win the most basic of freedoms. It will take more, much more, to win a sense of identity…
An Android Manifesto