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Friday, February 18, 2011

From "Nothing Personal"

A little more James Baldwin tonight since I can't sleep. I came across this paragraph and figured maybe if I posted it up on my blog, by the time I got done formatting it, I'd be tired enough to crash. I'm idly wondering what James Baldwin would think about a night owl trying so desperately to be a morning person, but really I'm not sure how a person exists as a mother in this world and remain a night person--everything is oriented towards daytime production. James Baldwin is a person I wish I had known and loved. Anyway. Here's some words:
But we are unbelievably ignorant concerning what goes on in our country--to say nothing of what goes on in the rest of the world--and appear to have become too timid to question what we are told. Our failure to trust one another deeply enough to be able to talk to one another has become so great that people with these questions in their hearts do not speak them; our opulence is so pervasive that people who are afraid to lose whatever they think they have persuade themselves of the truth of a lie, and help disseminate it; and God help the innocent here, that man or woman who simply wants to love, and be loved. Unless this would-be lover is able to replace his or her backbone with a steel rod, he or she is doomed. This is no place for love. I know that I am now expected to make a bow in the direction of those millions of unremarked, happy  marriages all over America, but I am unable honestly to do so because I find nothing whatever in our moral and social climate--and I am now thinking particularly of the state of our children--to bear witness to their existence. I suspect that when we refer to these happy and so marvelously invisible people, we are simply being nostalgic concerning the happy, simple, God-fearing life which we imagine ourselves once to have lived. In any case, wherever love is found, it unfailingly makes itself felt in the individual, the personal authority of the individual. Judged by this standard, we are a loveless nation. The best that can be said is that some of us are struggling. And what we are struggling against is that death in the heart which leads not only to the shedding of blood, but which reduces human beings to corpses while they live. 
James Baldwin, "Nothing Personal" in The Price of the Ticket: Collected Nonfiction 1948-1985 (New York: St. Martin's/Marek, 1985), 387-388.

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