"This innocent country set you down in a ghetto in which, in fact, it intended that you perish. Let me spell out precisely what I mean by that, for the heart of the matter is here, and the root of my dispute with my country… you were born into a society which spelled out with brutal clarity, and in as many ways as possible, that you were a worthless human being. You were not expected to aspire to excellence: you were expected to make peace with mediocrity… You have been told where you could live and what you could do… Please try to remember that what they believe, as well as what they do and cause you to endure, does not testify to your inferiority but to their in humanity and fear."
James Baldwin. The Fire Next Time
“My Dungeon Shook: Letter To My Nephew on the One Hundredth Anniversary of the Emancipation” (via taylormokes
Soul Controlin': The state of being alone.... →
The state of being alone is not meant to bring to mind merely a rustic musing beside some silver lake. The aloneness of which I speak is much more like the aloneness of birth or death. It is like the fearless alone that one sees in the eyes of someone who is suffering, whom we cannot help. Or it…