From an interview with James Baldwin, just after the death of Dr. King:
Baldwin: It is not the black people who have to cool it, because they won’t.
Interviewer: Aren’t they the ones getting hurt the most, though?
Baldwin: That would depend on point of view. You know, I’m not at all sure that we are the ones who are being hurt the most. In fact, I’m sure we’re not. We are the ones who are dying the fastest.
Yesterday I took this long walk in Manhattan from Chelsea to Chinatown, not because they both start with “Ch.” Purple tulips, one lady with purple hair, one sign with a curl as one of its letters. The townhouse Edward Hopper painted in, it is on Washington Square Park. I climbed the steps to see the plaque that explained this, and stood on his stoop a minute. I planned only to see things I hadn’t seen before, which was more difficult than I thought it would be. I accidentally walked by the same pharmacy that always makes me think, what a fancy pharmacy, my doctor’s office, and a restaurant I ate in 1996.
Interviewer: Let’s talk about the average citizen, the white man… what should he be doing?
Baldwin: If he feels he wants to save his country, he should be talking to his neighbors and talking to his children….
Interviewer: What should he be telling his neighbors?
Baldwin: That if I go under in this country, I, the black man, he goes too.
I asked three of my students what they thought about the trouble in Baltimore. Two of them had opinions. One of them knew someone in Baltimore. One was like, what? I told him to look it up. I printed off that interview with Baldwin, and an excerpt from The Fire Next Time, and I sat and read both with a pencil in hand.
This is from The Fire Next Time:
Neither civilized reason nor Christian love would cause any [white] people ot treat you as they presumably wanted to be treated; only the fear of your power to retaliate would cause them to do that.
Five Bradford pear trees are blooming just outside the school, every time I go out they are there, a white not of purity or emptiness, but of unsplit light, these bloomed branches pressed against the sky so blue it is almost pink. I walked under them, looked up at them, on my way to buy lunch for myself and a friend.
White people in this country will have quite enough to do in learning how to accept and love themselves and each other, and when they have achieved this– which will not be tomorrow and may very well be never– the Negro problem will no longer exist, for it will no longer be needed.
“It looks like it’s gonna rain,” one of my students said.
“No, it doesn’t,” I said.
“No, it doesn’t,” another kid said.
She looked again at the pink-blue sky. “Oh, I guess not.”
Something very sinister happpens to the people of a country when they begin to distrust their own reactions as deeply as they do here, and become as joyless as they have become.
The thing right now is “deez nuts,” that is what the kids are saying, pretty much every day, someone, and today I said, “That’s so last week,” and a kid considered, accepted that perhaps this was true, the saying was worn out.
Whatever white people do not know about Negroes reveals, precisely and inexorably, what they do not know about themselves.
I saw also that my heart was full of little holes, pinpricks, and this is why it has trouble holding things, sometimes.
If the concept of God has any validity or any use, it can only be to make us larger, freer, and more loving. If God cannot do this, then it is time we got rid of Him.