Hey, you two, I'm still waiting for my ticket to the birthday dinner!!!
Friday, August 3, 2012
"I am not a race and neither are you." --James Baldwin
This is the last installment of James Baldwin Week. The video I have included here is from a talk Baldwin delivered before the National Press Club in 1986, less than one year before his death on December 1, 1987. Baldwin always called himself a "witness"--a very apt characterization of his life, his work, and how he is presented here. During the discussion, Baldwin refers repeatedly to what he characterizes as the continuing American "aversion to history" which, in his view has forestalled true progress toward the ideals our country has espoused since its inception.
The video opens with a brief introduction of Baldwin--after he makes some commentary, there is an extended question-and-answer period where he speaks about black women's fiction, educational discrimination, the myth of "whiteness" (before the advent of whiteness studies), and his deep concern for young people. It is fascinating to hear Baldwin disabuse several questioners of their incorrect perceptions of his views on race. Baldwin is asked at the end of the discussion to name the "best" among all the works he authored--he gives a very beautiful answer, and then flashes his charming smile.
Throughout his life, Baldwin insisted that we had to become disillusioned (in its true meaning--to get rid of our illusions) in order to become fully mature. Through his fiction, drama, and essays, Baldwin's work was always about delineating and imbuing one's life with a strong moral sense. I turn to writers such as James Baldwin to keep my mind focused as I struggle toward a deeper understanding of American history and literature and its importance in the development of our country and the fulfillment of its stated ethos.
At Baldwin's funeral, held at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, Toni Morrison delivered one of the eulogies:
Toni Morrison’s eulogy at James Baldwin’s funeral in Dec 1987.
"The season was always Christmas with you there and … you did not neglect to bring at least three gifts… You gave me a language to dwell in, a gift so perfect it seems my own invention… . The second gift was your courage, which you let us share: the courage of one who could go as a stranger in the village and transform the distances between people into intimacy with the whole world… The third gift was hard to fathom and even harder to accept. It was your tenderness – a tenderness so delicate I thought it could not last, but last it did and envelop me it did.
You knew, didn’t you, how I needed your language and the mind that formed it? How I relied on your fierce courage to tame wildernesses for me? How strengthened I was by the certainty that came from knowing you would never hurt me? You knew, didn’t you, how I loved your love? You knew. This then is no calamity. No, This is jubilee. “Our crown,” you said, “has already been bought and paid for. All we have to do,” you said, “is wear it.”
And we do, Jimmy. You crowned us."
Thursday, August 2, 2012
What was behind those/
Beautiful, luminous eyes/
Was all written down.
James Baldwin, photographed in 1963 by his
DeWitt Clinton High School friend, Richard Avedon.
American history is longer, larger, more various, more beautiful, and more terrible than anything anyone has ever said about it.--Baldwin
On this day in 1924, one of the greatest writers and intellectuals of the 20th century was born. To get a sense of his brilliant beginnings, I think that those of you who have not read Baldwin should start with his essay collection, Notes of a Native Son...first. Then...read everything else. Baldwin's insistent conscience speaks to us today--it is amazing how prescient he was, and maybe a little terrifying.