Intimations: people had lived with this emotion as with something private, not to be carelessly exposed. Everyone – the typist in the office, the black boy or man from St James, Blair, even the master of ceremonies at the Miss fine Brown Frame contest, the mocking crowd there, and some of the self-mocking contestants – everyone had lived with it according to his character and intellectual means. Everyone you saw on the street had a bit of this emotion locked up in himself. It was not secret. It was part of the unacknowledged cruelty of our setting, the thing we didn’t want to go searching into. Now all those private emotions ran together into a common pool, where everyone found a blessing. Everyone, high and low, could now exchange his private moetion, which he sometimes distrusted, for the sacrement of the larger truth.

- From A Way in the World by V.S. Naipaul. A scene describing the beginning of political rallies promoting black rights in Trinidad.