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118 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2017
There are days – this is one them – when you wonder what your role is in this country and what your future is in it. How precisely are you going to reconcile yourself to your situation here and how are you going to communicate to the vast, heedless, unthinking, cruel white majority that you are here. I'm terrified at the moral apathy, the death of the heart, which is happening in my country. These people have deluded themselves for so long that they really don't think I'm human. And I base this on their conduct, not on what they say. And this means that they have become in themselves moral monsters.In June 1979 Baldwin commited to a complex endeavor: to tell his story of America through the lives of three of his murdered friends: Medgar Evers, Martin Luther King, Jr. and Malcolm X. Baldwin never got past his thirty pages of notes, entitled: Remember This House. The story of the Negro in America is the story of America. It is not a pretty story.
It is entirely up to the American people whether or not they are going to face and deal with and embrace this stranger who they have maligned so long. What white people have to do is try and find out in their own hearts why it was necessary to have a nigger in the first place, because I'm not a nigger, I'm a man. […] If I'm not the nigger here and you invented him, you the white people invented him, then you've got to find out why. And the future of the country depends on that, whether or not it is able to ask that quesiton.Raoul Peck took it upon himself to turn these notes into a documentary. Baldwin was one of the few authors he could call his own, because Baldwin spoke of a world Raoul knew, a world in which he was not just a footnote or a third-rate character. He knows that the dominant story is not necessarily the true story. And so when we're talking about the Civil Rights movement and what it was like to be black in America in the 20th century, maybe we should start listening to black people, and ditch all of the popular white narratives.
Heroes, as far as I could see, were white, and not merely because of the movies but because of the land in which I lived, of which movies were simply a reflection. […] (talking about Western films and the slaughter of indigenous peopel) I suspect that all these stories are designed to reassure us that no crime was committed. We've made a legend out of a massacre.I have never watched a documentary that hit so close to home. I basically cried throughout the whole thing. I read a lot about Civil Rights in the past months, and so I knew all of these people that Baldwin was referring to, all of these ideas that were prevalent at the time, but to see the actual pictures and videos made it a lot more horrifying, a lot more real. Seeing all of these white students holding up signs that read "We won't go to school with Negroes", or hearing the head of the White Citizens Council saying: "The moment a Negro child walks into the school, every decent, self-respecting, loving parent should take his white child out of that broken school." Wow. I have no words.
It can be said, indeed, that Martin picked up Malcolm's burden, articulated the vision which Malcolm had begun to see, and for which he paid with his life. And that Malcolm was one of the people Martin saw on the mountaintop.Baldwin was older than Medgar, Malcolm, and Martin. He was raised to believe the eldest was suppposed to be a model for the younger and was, of course, expected to die first.
(Baldwin's Nigger, 1969) But what one does realize is that when you try to stand up and look the world in the face like you had a right to be here, you have attacked the entire power structure of the Western world. […] It is not a racial problem. It is a problem of whether or not you're willing to look at your life and be responsible for it, and then begin to change it.Round of fucking applause. Whenever people tell me that, let's say, Michael Brown was shot because he was black, I can do nothing but shake my head in desperation. Michael Brown wasn't shot because he was black. He was shot because a white police officer felt threatened by his mere existence.
There is scarcely any hope for the American dream, because people who are denied participation in it, by their very presence, will wreck it.I have never seen James Baldwin angry. In all the interviews I watched prior to watching I Am Not Your Negro he was very collected and calm. But the stupid statements by Paul Weiss, which he had to suffer through whilst being on The Dick Cavett Show in 1968 were the last straw. I have never heard Baldwin raise his voice like that. I was so proud:
And I can't say it's a Christian nation, that your brothers will never do that to you, because the record is too long and too bloody. That's all we have done. All your buried corpses now begin to speak.
James Baldwin: I'll tell you this: when I left this country in 1948, I left this country for one reason only, one reason – I didn't care where I went. […] I ended up in Paris, on the streets of Paris, with forty dollars in my pocket on the theory that nothing worse could happen to me there than had already happened to me here. You talk about making it as a writer by yourself, you have to be able then to turn off all the antennae with which you live, because once you turn your back on this society you may die. You may die. And it's very hard to sit at a typewriter and concentrate on that if you are afraid of the world around you. The years I lived in Paris did one thing for me: they released me from that particular social terror, which was not the paranoia of my own mind, but a real social danger visible in the face of every cop, every boss, everbody.Not everything that is faced can be changed; but nothing can be changed until it is faced.
Paul Weiss: Not all...
James Baldwin: I don't know what most white people in this country feel. But I can only conclude what they feel from the state of their institutions. […] I don't know if the board of education hates black people, but I know the textbooks they give my children to read and the schools we have to go to. Now, this is the evidence. You want me to make an act of faith, risking myself, my wife, my woman, my sister, my children on some idealism which you assure me exists in America, which I have never seen.
"JAMES BALDWIN: Well, I don’t think there’s much hope for it, you know, to tell you the truth as long as people are using this peculiar language. It’s not a question of what happens to the Negro here or to the black man here—that’s a very vivid question for me, you know—but the real question is what is going to happen to this country. I have to repeat that."
"Forget the Negro problem. Don’t write any voting acts. We had that—it’s called the fifteenth amendment—during the Civil Rights Bill of 1964. What you have to look at is what is happening in this country, and what is really happening is that brother has murdered brother knowing it was his brother. White men have lynched Negroes knowing them to be their sons. White women have had Negroes burned knowing them to be their lovers. It is not a racial problem. It is a problem of whether or not you’re willing to look at your life and be responsible for it, and then begin to change it. That great Western house I come from is one house, and I am one of the children of that house. Simply, I am the most despised child of that house. And it is because the American people are unable to face the fact that I am flesh of their flesh, bone of their bone, created by them. My blood, my father’s blood, is in that soil."
"JAMES BALDWIN: There is nothing in the evidence offered by the book of the American republic which allows me really to argue with the cat who says to me: “They needed us to pick the cotton and now they don’t need us anymore. Now they don’t need us, they’re going to kill us all off. Just like they did the Indians.” And I can’t say it’s a Christian nation, that your brothers will never do that to you, because the record is too long and too bloody. That’s all we have done. All your buried corpses now begin to speak."
"JAMES BALDWIN: I don’t know what most white people in this country feel. But I can only conclude what they feel from the state of their institutions. I don’t know if white Christians hate Negroes or not, but I know we have a Christian church which is white and a Christian church which is black. I know, as Malcolm X once put it, the most segregated hour in American life is high noon on Sunday. That says a great deal for me about a Christian nation. It means I can’t afford to trust most white Christians, and I certainly cannot trust the Christian church."
The question is really a kind of apathy and ignorance, which is the price we pay for segregation. That’s what segregation means. You don’t know what’s happening on the other side of the wall, because you don’t want to know.
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I don’t know what most white people in this country feel. But I can only conclude what they feel from the state of their institutions. I don’t know if white Christians hate Negroes or not, but I know we have a Christian church which is white and a Christian church which is black. I know, as Malcolm X once put it, the most segregated hour in American life is high noon on Sunday. That says a great deal for me about a Christian nation. It means I can’t afford to trust most white Christians, and I certainly cannot trust the Christian church. I don’t know whether the labor unions and their bosses really hate me—that doesn’t matter—but I know I’m not in their union. I don’t know whether the real estate lobby has anything against black people, but I know the real estate lobby is keeping me in the ghetto. I don’t know if the board of education hates black people, but I know the textbooks they give my children to read and the schools we have to go to. Now, this is the evidence. You want me to make an act of faith, risking myself, my wife, my woman, my sister, my children on some idealism which you assure me exists in America, which I have never seen.