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Whose little boy are you?
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racism
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harlem
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renaissance
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epiphany
coming-of-age
black
church
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James Baldwin |
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You can not describe anything without betraying your point of view, your aspirations, your fears, your hopes. Everything.
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quotes
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James Baldwin |
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But I felt that it was my heart which was broken. Something had broken in me to make me so cold and so perfectly still and far away.
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distant
giovanni-s-room
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heartbroken
detached
dissociation
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James Baldwin |
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Whereas Jesus and his disciples were distrusted by the state largely because they respected the poor and shared everything, the fundamentalists of the present hour would appear not to know that the poor exist.
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religion
james-baldwin
humanitarianism
hypocrisy
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James Baldwin |
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I had to get out of there for my face showed too much, the war in my body was dragging me down. My feet refused to carry me over to him again. The wind of my life was blowing me away.
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life
leave-taking
giovanni-s-room
james-baldwin
inner-turmoil
goodbye
separation
sad
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James Baldwin |
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To be liberated from the stigma of blackness by embracing it is to cease, forever, one's interior argument and collaboration with the authors of one's degradation. It abruptly reduces the white enemy to a contest merely physical, which he can win only physically.
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no-name-in-the-street
post-imperialism
james-baldwin
imperialism
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James Baldwin |
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And with every step I took it became more impossible for me to turn back. And my mind was empty--or it was as though my mind had become one enormous, anaesthetized wound. I thought only,
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sorrow
no-turning-back
james-baldwin
leaving
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sad
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James Baldwin |
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The wonderful thing about writers like [James] Baldwin is the way we read them and come across passages that are so arresting we become breathless and have to raise our eyes from the page to keep from being spirited away.
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words
writing
wonder
james-baldwin
writers
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Edward P. Jones |
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"Maybe everything bad that happens to you makes you weaker," said Giovanni, as though he had not heard me, "and so you can stand less and less."
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life
weakened
weaker
giovanni-s-room
james-baldwin
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James Baldwin |
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"He smiled, "Why, you will go home and then you will find that home is not home anymore. Then you will really be in trouble. As long as you stay here, you can always think: One day I will go home." He played with my thumb and grinned. " ?" "Beautiful logic," I said. "You mean I have a home to go to as long as I don't go there?" He laughed. "Well, isn't it true? You don't have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back."
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giovanni-s-room
james-baldwin
paradox
home
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James Baldwin |
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Wisely, Baldwin insisted that we are always more than our pain. Not only did he believe in our capacity to love, he felt black people were uniquely situated to risk loving because we had suffered.
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love
james-baldwin
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The morning weighs on my shoulders with the dreadful weight of hope and I take the blue envelope which Jacques has sent me and tear it slowly into many pieces, watching them dance in the wind, watching the wind carry them away. Yet, as I turn and begin walking toward the waiting people, the wind blows some of them back on me.
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hope
giovanni-s-room
james-baldwin
last-lines
sad
symbolism
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James Baldwin |
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No curtain under heaven is heavier than that curtain of guilt and lies behind which white Americans hide.
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james-baldwin
usa
race-relations
race
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James Baldwin |
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No matter how it seems now, I must confess: I loved him. I do not think that I will ever love anyone like that again. And this might be a great relief if I did not also know that, when the knife has fallen, Giovanni, if he feels anything will feel relief.
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love
one-and-only
one-true-love
giovanni-s-room
james-baldwin
declaration-of-love
never-again
relief
sad
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James Baldwin |
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When he was dead I realized that I had hardly ever spoken to him. When he had been dead a long time I began to wish I had. It seems to be typical of life in America, where opportunities, real and fancied, are thicker than anywhere else on the globe, that the second generation has no time to talk to the first.
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death
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James Baldwin |
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I stared at absurd Paris, which was as cluttered now, under the scalding sun, as the landscape of my heart.
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heart
giovanni-s-room
james-baldwin
paris
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James Baldwin |
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"I do not know what I would do if you left me." For the first time I felt the suggestion of a threat in his voice--or I put it there. "I have been alone so long--I do not think I would be able to live if I had to be alone again."
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relationship
romantic-relationship
giovanni-s-room
james-baldwin
suicidal
threat
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James Baldwin |
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I loved her as much as ever and I still did not know how much that was.
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relationship
love
uncertain
romantic-relationship
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james-baldwin
confused
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James Baldwin |
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I feel in myself now a faint, a dreadful stirring of what so overwhelmingly stirred in me then, great thirsty heat, and trembling, and tenderness so painful I thought my heart would burst. But out of this astounding, intolerable pain came joy; we gave each other joy that night.
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literature
james-baldwin
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James Baldwin |
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The Americans have no sense of doom, none whatever. They do not recognize doom when they see it.
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giovanni-s-room
james-baldwin
cultural
doom
blind
americans
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James Baldwin |
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People, I have learned, have a way of taking root in one's still-developing mind without our knowing it, especially people, like [James] Baldwin, who live in the world of words.
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words
influence
james-baldwin
writers
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Edward P. Jones |
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But she saw nothing in my eyes--she stared at me as though I had made a long journey on a white charger all the way to her prison house.
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simile
knight-in-shining-armor
miscommunication
romantic-relationship
giovanni-s-room
james-baldwin
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James Baldwin |
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He had been bruised, so to speak, so badly that the eyes of strangers lacerated him like salt.
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metaphor
james-baldwin
wounded
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James Baldwin |
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"One of these days," he said. "Everything bad will happen--one of these days."
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giovanni-s-room
portent
james-baldwin
pessimistic
bad
ominous
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James Baldwin |
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He was waiting, I think, for me to cross that space and take him in my arms again--waiting, as one waits at a deathbed for the miracle one dare not disbelieve, which will not happen.
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simile
starcrossed-lovers
james-baldwin
waiting
sad
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James Baldwin |
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On each piece of paper I found addresses, telephone numbers, memos of various rendezvous made and kept--or perhaps not kept--people met and remembered, or perhaps not remembered, hopes probably not fulfilled: certainly not fulfilled, or I would not have been standing on that street corner.
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unfulfilled
james-baldwin
melancholy
regret
sad
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James Baldwin |
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Much has been written of love turning to hatred, of the heart growing cold with the death of love. It is a remarkable process. It is far more terrible than anything I have ever read about it, more terrible than anything I will ever be able to say.
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hatred
hate
love
love-to-hate
james-baldwin
terrible
sad
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James Baldwin |
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The fact that their [the flower children's] uniforms and their jargons precisely represented the distances they had yet to cover before arriving at that maturity which makes love possible--or no longer possible--could not be considered their fault. They had been born into a society in which nothing was harder to achieve, in which perhaps nothing was more scorned and feared than the idea of the soul's maturity.
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no-name-in-the-street
post-imperialism
james-baldwin
imperialism
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James Baldwin |
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In benighted, incompetent Africa, I had never encountered an orphan: the American streets resembled nothing so much as one vast, howling, unprecedented orphanage. It has been vivid to me for many years that what we call a race problem here is not a race problem at all: to keep calling it that is a way of avoiding the problem. The problem is rooted in the question of how one treats one's flesh and blood, especially one's children.
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no-name-in-the-street
post-imperialism
james-baldwin
imperialism
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James Baldwin |
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To begin with, the room was not large enough for two. It looked out on a small courtyard. 'Looked out' means only that the room had two windows, against which the courtyard malevolently pressed, encroaching day by day, as though it had confused itself with a jungle.
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humor
giovanni-s-room
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