Child, you ain’t knowed no whuppin’ ’til James Baldwin took a swipe at ya!
And it was no light rat-a-tat-tat to your hard head, but a gut-wrenching blow that shattered the inner core of your soul. This five foot six inches tall black man, born August 2, 1924, a prolific writer, playwright, poet, etc. — a genius in every sense of the word — boldly Hiroshima-d American society. He took the “N” word and threw it right back up in your face, calling out Yo’ Mama as he schooled you as to what’s what. And all this during Jim Crow, lynchings, rampant segregation, Ku Klux Klan uprisings and way before civil rights became a well coined battle cry.
Let me drop a James Baldwin bomb on you:
“There has never been in this country a Negro problem. I have never been upset by the fact that I have a broad nose, big lips and kinky hair. You got upset. And now you must ask yourself why. I, for example, do not bring down property values when I move in. You bring them down when you move out.” — James Baldwin (1963)
Ouch! Take that, Caldwell Banker….
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