Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 198.
Contexte: When I have the one million Brown Buffalos on my side I will present the demands for a new nation to both the U. S. Government and the United Nations … and then I’ll split and write the book. I have no desire to be a politician. I don’t want to lead anyone. I have no practical ego. I am not ambitious. I merely want to do what is right. Once in every century there comes a man who is chosen to speak for his people. Moses, Mao and Martin are examples. Who’s to say that I am not such a man? In this day and age the man for all seasons needs many voices. Perhaps that is why the gods have sent me into Riverbank, Panama, San Francisco, Alpine and Juarez. Perhaps that is why I’ve been taught so many trades. Who will deny that I am unique? For months, for years, no, all my life I sought to find out who I am. Why do you think I became a Baptist? Why did I try to force myself into the Riverbank Swimming Pool? And did I become a lawyer just to prove to the publishers I could do something worthwhile? Any idiot that sees only the obvious is blind. For God sake, I have never seen and I have never felt inferior to any man or beast. My single mistake has been to seek an identity with any one person or nation or with any part of history.… What I see now, on this rainy day in January, 1968, what is clear to me after this sojourn is that I am neither a Mexican nor an American. I am neither a Catholic nor a Protestant. I am a Chicano by ancestry and a Brown Buffalo by choice.
Oscar Zeta Acosta: Citations en anglais
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 100.
Contexte: Since I was about ten years younger than this crew of alcoholics, I just listened and filled their cups with cheap wine. After they’d had enough, I’d tell them of my escapades in Riverbank and in Panama where I’d worked with the Southern Baptist Convention and Jesus Christ to save the black souls of niggers, spics and Indians. I used to keep my eye on Harris when I told my stories. He had this nasty habit of pulling out a little notebook in the middle of a conversation and jotting down, as he said, “story ideas.” Later on, after I’d transferred to S. F. State and taken his writing course, he asked me if I wanted to read his first draft of Wake Up, Stupid! I kept it for a week and returned it to him at the next short story seminar. I only read the first paragraph. After that, I was no longer afraid of the intellectuals. I knew I could tell a better story.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 54.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 51.
I groan.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 68.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 75.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 92.
he shouts, his hands stiffly on the bar. The old fag picks himself up and begins to drag himself out.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 68.
“The truth of the matter is that death is a mystery to me. I have no opinion on the subject.”
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 30.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 134.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 77.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 133.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 91.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 72.
she cried out. She couldn’t stand violence unless it was part of some beating to teach me respect.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 89.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 133.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 92.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 100.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 91.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 78.
Source: Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972), p. 24.