#Think | What James Baldwin taught us about a racist’s inner psyche | Chloé Valdary
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“Love him,” said Jacques, with vehemence, “love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters? And how long, at the best, can it last, since you are both men and still have everywhere to go? Only five minutes, I assure you, only five minutes, and most of that, hélas! in the dark. And if you think of them as dirty, then they will be dirty—they will be dirty because you will be giving nothing, you will be despising your flesh and his. But you can make your time together anything but dirty; you can give each other something which will make both of you better—forever—if you will not be ashamed, if you will only not play it safe.” (…) “Somebody,” said Jacques, “your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour—and in the oddest places!—for the lack of it.”
- Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin
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If Beale Street Could Talk, James Baldwin
[ Text ID: He grins again and everything inside me / moves. Oh, love. Love. ]
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came to the art gallery cafe + got an orange pistachio and carrot cake and the sun has been appearing in and out of the clouds and i've just finished my book, my heart feels so full 💌💌💌💌
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Building on my last reblog, I really feel like the negative reaction to the writing of someone like Baldwin is largely influenced on the fact that many of the leftists these whites find so distasteful are directly influenced by the writings of Baldwin. Like, I first read Baldwin essays early on in high school and his prose was so beautiful to me that it's influenced the way that I write and speak ever since, and that's exactly the intellectual genealogy that turns these racists off, the genealogy of one black anti-imperialist to the next
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It doesn’t do to look too hard into this mystery, which is as far from being simple as it is from being safe. We don’t know enough about ourselves. I think it’s better to know that you don’t know, that you can grow with the mystery as the mystery grows in you.
James Baldwin, from If Beale Street Could Talk
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Our unit final is fr writing a fanfic-esc ending for this borderline- erotica from the 70s I love creative writing
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Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin
[ Text ID: Love him, / love him and let him love you. / Do you think / anything else under heaven really matters? ]
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I have never related to a character as much as David from Giovanni's room. Which is not a good thing.
But oh oh. He is so me. In almost every part. My god, as if the book wasn't depressing enough it also forced me to self reflect and now I don't know what to do.
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