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50 pages, Paperback
First published October 1, 2018
To be black was to confront, and to be forced to alter, a condition forged in history. To be white was to be forced to digest a delusion called white supremacy. […] It is hardly possible for anyone who thinks of himself as white to know what a black person is talking about at all.In the essay Dark Days, Baldwin details in brutal honesty the emotional, social and educational disconnect between Black and white people of his day. Just like Black poet Langston Hughes, he asks himself what happens to a dream deferred? Do we reap what we sow (like our elders would like us to believe)? Baldwin hammers home his point of how influential adults (parents, teachers, neighbors) are in the formative years of children. How these people to whom we look up to set the standard of what we think possible in the world. He’s thankful that most of his Black teachers were survivors of the Harlem Renaissance and thus wanted their Black students to strive and become anything they wanted to be.
The question of color was but another detail somewhere between being six feet tall and being six feet under. In the long meantime, everything was up to me.But Baldwin didn’t let himself be swayed by false pretences, he knew that the educational system he had grown up in was “in short, designed to destroy the black child.” Furthermore: “It is an extraordinary achievement to be trapped in the dungeon of color and to dare shake down its walls and to step out of it, leaving the jailhouse keeper in the rubble.” Baldwin echoes what Black parents keep telling their children up to this day: you have to work twice as hard, and it will probably take you twice as long to get where you want be in life.
My black burden has not, however, been made lighter in the sixty years since my birth or the nearly forty years since the first essay in this collection was published and my joy, therefore, as concerns the immense strides made by white people is, to say the least, restrained.In The White Man’s Guilt, Baldwin wonders what white America talks about with one another, since they never seem to have much to say to him. In the previous essay, he detailed in a very raw fashion the mob mentality that is still prevalent in America today (“It does not demand a mass conversion to persuade a mob to lynch a nigger or stone a Jew or mutilate a sexual heretic. It demands no conversion at all: in the very same way that the act demands no courage at all.”), so what does this mob do and think when they are left on their own?