This is so filled with anger that it corrodes the philosophical arguments present in the tract. I remember reading Fanon's Black Skin, White Masks as a teenager and then later excerpts from his many books at university. Felt the same way then as I do now.

There are times when he can be quite theoretically sophisticated, and that's when he's the most enlightening. But other times, in his anger, I find him too affective and hence grading. This is more of a 2.5 than a 3. The second half of the book is much more interesting than the first half.