This book is incendiary, a Molotov cocktail lobbed into the unstill and unorganized masses of Black America, urging them to cast off their chains, regain their bodies, their minds, and burn White American Power to the ground. Written in the early 60s in Folsom Prison, Cleaver makes a moral case for Revolution (with a big R) and a tactical case for hatred, for blood&sex&violence joined together to break down everything stultifying and corrupt. The thesis is one third Marx, one third Freud, and one third rage, blended in what a much more modern and less impressive thinker calls "The Ghetto University."

I haven't quite figured out what this book means, more than 40 years on, and what place Cleaver's ideas should have, but damn is it impressive.