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Revolutionary Hope: A Conversation Between James Baldwin and Audre Lorde
JB: One of the dangers of being a Black American is being schizophrenic, and I mean āschizophrenicā in the most literal sense. To be a Black American is in some ways to be born with the desire to be white. Itās a part of the price you pay for being born here, and it affects every Black person. We can go back to Vietnam, we can go back to Korea. We can go back for that matter to the First World War. We can go back to W.E.B. Du Bois ā an honorable and beautiful man ā who campaigned to persuade Black people to fight in the First World War, saying that if we fight in this war to save this country, our right to citizenship can never, never again be questioned ā and who can blame him? He really meant it, and if Iād been there at that moment I would have said so too perhaps. Du Bois believed in the American dream. So did Martin. So did Malcolm. So do I. So do you. Thatās why weāre sitting here.
AL: I donāt, honey. Iām sorry, I just canāt let that go past. Deep, deep, deep down I know that dream was never mine. And I wept and I cried and I fought and I stormed, but I just knew it. I was Black. I was female. And I was out ā out ā by any construct wherever the power lay. So if I had to claw myself insane, if I lived I was going to have to do it alone. Nobody was dreaming about me. Nobody was even studying me except as something to wipe out.
JB: You are saying you do not exist in the American dream except as a nightmare.
AL: Thatās right. And I knew it every time I openedĀ Jet, too. I knew that every time I opened a Kotex box. I knew that every time I went to school. I knew that every time I opened a prayer book. I knew it, I just knew it.
JB: It is difficult to be born in a place where you are despised and also promised that with endeavor ā with this, with that, you know ā you can accomplish the impossible. Youāre trying to deal with the man, the woman, the child ā the child of whichever sex ā and he or she and your man or your woman has got to deal with the 24-hour-a-day facts of life in this country. Weāre not going to fly off someplace else, you know, weād better get through whatever that day is and still have each other and still raise children ā somehow manage all of that. And this is 24 hours of every day, and youāre surrounded by all of the paraphernalia of safety: If you can strike this bargain here. If you can make sure your armpits are odorless. Curl your hair. Be impeccable. Be all the things that the American public says you should do, right? And you do all those things ā and nothing happens really. And what is much worse than that, nothing happens to your child either.
AL: Even worse than the nightmare is the blank. And Black women are the blank. I donāt want to break all this down, then have to stop at the wall of male/female division. When we admit and deal with difference; when we deal with the deep bitterness; when we deal with the horror of even our different nightmares; when we turn them and look at them, itās like looking at death: hard but possible. If you look at it directly without embracing it, then there is much less that you can ever be made to fear.
JB: I agree.
AL: Well, in the same way when we look at our differences and not allow ourselves to be divided, when we own them and are not divided by them, that is when we will be able to move on. But we havenāt reached square one yet.
JB: Iām not sure of that. I think the Black sense of male and female is much more sophisticated than the western idea. I think that Black men and women are much less easily thrown by the question of gender or sexual preference ā all that jazz. At least that is true of my experience.
AL: Yea, but letās remove ourselves from merely a reactive position ā i.e., Black men and women reacting to whatās out there. While we are reacting to whatās out there, weāre also dealing between ourselves ā and between ourselves there are power differences that come downā¦
JB: Oh, yesā¦
AL: Truly dealing with how we live, recognizing each otherās differences, is something that hasnāt happenedā¦
JB: Differences and samenesses.
AL: Differences and samenesses. But in a crunch, when all our asses are in the sling, it looks like it is easier to deal with the samenesses. When we deal with sameness only, we develop weapons that we use against each other when the differences become apparent. And we wipe each other out ā Black men and women can wipe each other out ā far more effectively than outsiders do.
JB: Thatās true enough.
AL: And our blood is high, our furies are up. I mean, itās what Black women do to each other, Black men do to each other, and Black people do to each other. We are in the business of wiping each other out in one way or the other ā and essentially doing our enemyās work.
JB: Thatās quite true.
AL: We need to acknowledge those power differences between us and see where they lead us. An enormous amount of energy is being taken up with either denying the power differences between Black men and women or fighting over power differences between Black men and women or killing each other off behind them. Iām talking about Black womenās blood flowing in the streets ā and how do we get a 14-year-old boy to know I am not the legitimate target of his fury? The boot is on both of our necks. Letās talk about getting it off. My blood will not wash out your horror. Thatās what Iām interested in getting across to adolescent Black boys.
There are little Black girl children having babies. But this is not an immaculate conception, so weāve got little Black boys who are making babies, too. We have little Black children making little Black children. I want to deal with that so our kids will not have to repeat that waste of themselves.
JB: I hear you ā but let me backtrack, for better or worse. You know, for whatever reason and whether itās wrong or right, for generations men have come into the world, either instinctively knowing or believing or being taught that since they were men they in one way or another had to be responsible for the women and children, which means the universe.
AL: Mm-hm.
JB: I donāt think thereās any way around that.
AL: Any way around that now?
JB: I donāt think thereās any way around that fact.
AL: If we can put people on the moon and we can blow this whole planet up, if we can consider digging 18 inches of radioactive dirt off of the Bikini atolls and somehow finding something to do with it ā if we can do that, we as Black cultural workers can somehow begin to turn that stuff around ā because thereās nobody anymore buying ācave politicsā ā āKill the mammoth or else the species is extinct.ā We have moved beyond that. Those little scrubby-ass kids in the sixth grade ā I want those Black kids to know that brute force is not a legitimate way of dealing across sex difference. I want to set up some different paradigms.
JB: Yea, but thereās a real difference between the way a man looks at the worldā¦
AL: Yes, yesā¦
JB: And the way a woman looks at the world. A woman does know much more than a man.
AL: And why? For the same reason Black people know what white people are thinking: because we had to do it for our survivalā¦
JB: All right, all rightā¦
AL: Weāre finished being bridges. Donāt you see? Itās not Black women who are shedding Black menās blood on the street ā yet. Weāre not cleaving your head open with axes. Weāre not shooting you down. Weāre saying, āListen, whatās going on between us is related to whatās going on between us and other people,ā but we have to solve our own shit at the same time as weāre protecting our Black asses, because if we donāt, we are wasting energy that we need for joint survival.
JB: Iām not even disagreeing ā but if you put the argument in that way, you see, a man has a certain story to tell, too, just because he is a manā¦
AL: Yes, yes, and itās vital that I be alive and able to listen to it.
JB: Yes. Because we are the only hope we have. A family quarrel is one thing; a public quarrel is another. And you and I, you know ā in the kitchen, with the kids, with each other or in bed ā we have a lot to deal with, with each other, but weāve got to know what weāre dealing with. And there is no way around it. There is no way around it. Iām a man. I am not a woman.
AL: Thatās right, thatās right.
JB: No one will turn me into a woman. Youāre a woman and youāre not a man. No one will turn you into a man. And we are indispensable for each other, and the children depend on us both.
AL: Itās vital for me to be able to listen to you, to hear what is it that defines you and for you to listen to me, to hear what is it that defines me ā because so long as we are operating in that old pattern, it doesnāt serve anybody, and it certainly hasnāt served us.
JB: I know that. What I really think is that neither of us has anything to prove, at least not in the same way, if we werenāt in the North American wilderness. And the inevitable dissension between brother and sister, between man and woman ā letās face it, all those relations which are rooted in love also are involved in this quarrel. Because our real responsibility is to endlessly redefine each other. I cannot live without you, and you cannot live without me ā and the children canāt live without us.
AL: But we have to defineĀ ourselvesĀ for each other. We have to redefine ourselves for each other because no matter what the underpinnings of the distortion are, the fact remains that we have absorbed it. We have all absorbed this sickness and ideas in the same way we absorbed racism. Itās vital that we deal constantly with racism, and with white racism among Black people ā that we recognize this as a legitimate area of inquiry. We must also examine the ways that we have absorbed sexism and heterosexism. These are the norms in this dragon we have been born into ā and we need to examine these distortions with the same kind of openness and dedication that we examine racismā¦
JB: You use the word āracismāā¦
AL: The hatred of Black, or colorā¦
JB: - but beneath the word āracismā sleeps the word āsafety.ā Why is it important to be white or Black?
AL: Why is it important to be a man rather than a woman?
JB: In both cases, it is assumed that it is safer to be white than to be Black. And itās assumed that it is safer to be a man than to be a woman. These are both masculine assumptions. But those are the assumptions that weāre trying to overcome or to confrontā¦
AL: To confront, yeah. The vulnerability that lies behind those masculine assumptions is different for me and you, and we must begin to look at thatā¦
JB: Yes, yesā¦
AL: And the fury that is engendered in the denial of that vulnerability ā we have to break through it because there are children growing up believe that it is legitimate to shed female blood, right? I have to break through it because those boys really think that the sign of their masculinity is impregnating a sixth grader. I have to break through it because of that little sixth-grade girl who believes that the only thing in life she has is what lies between her legsā¦
JB: Yeah, but weāre not talking now about men and women. Weāre talking about a particular society. Weāre talking about a particular time and place. You were talking about the shedding of Black blood in the streets, but I donāt understand ā
AL: Okay, the cops are killing the men and the men are killing the women. Iām talking about rape. Iām talking about murder.
JB: Iām not disagreeing with you, but I do think youāre barking up the wrong tree. Iām not trying to get the Black man off the hook ā or Black women, for that matter ā but I am talking about the kingdom in which we live.
AL: Yes, I absolutely agree; the kingdom in which these distortions occur has to be changed.
JB: Something happens to the man who beats up a lady. Something happens to the man who beats up his grandmother. Something happens to the junkie. I know that very well. I walked the streets of Harlem; I grew up there, right? Now you know it is not the Black catās fault who sees me and tries to mug me. I got to know that. Itās hisĀ responsibilityĀ but itās not hisĀ fault. Thatās a nuance. UI got to know that itās not him who is my enemy even when he beats up his grandmother. His grandmother has got to know. Iām trying to say oneās got to see what drove both of us into those streets. We be both from the same track. Do you see what I mean? Iāve come home myself, you know, wanting to beat up anything in sight- but Audre, Audreā¦
AL: Iām here, Iām hereā¦
JB: I agree with you. I see exactly what you mean and it hurts me at least as much as it hurts you. But how to maneuver oneself past this point ā how not to lose him or her who may be in what is in effect occupied territory. That is really what the Black situation is in this country. For the ghetto, all that is lacking is barbed wire, and when you pen people up like animals, the intention is to debase them and you have debased them.
AL: Jimmy, we donāt have an argument
JB: I know we donāt.
AL: But what we do have is a real disagreement about your responsibility not just to me but to my son and to our boys. Your responsibility to him is to get across to him in a way that I never will be able to because he did not come out of my body and has another relationship to me. Your relationship to him as his farther is to tell him Iām not a fit target for his fury.
JB: Okay, okayā¦
AL: Itās so entrenched in him that itās part of him as much as his Blackness is.
JB: All right, all rightā¦
AL: I canāt do it. You have to.
JB: All right, I accept ā the challenge is there in any case. It never occurred to me that it would be otherwise. Thatās absolutely true. I simply want to locate where the danger isā¦
AL: Yeah, weāre at warā¦
JB: We are behind the gates of a kingdom which is determined to destroy us.
AL: Yes, exactly so. And Iām interested in seeing that we do not accept terms that will help us destroy each other. And I think one of the ways in which we destroy each other is by being programmed to knee-jerk on our differences. Knee-jerk on sex. Knee-jerk on sexualityā¦
JB: I donāt quite know what to do about it, but I agree with you. And I understand exactly what you mean. Youāre quite right. We get confused with genders ā you know, what the western notion of woman is, which is not necessarily what a woman is at all. Itās certainly not the African notion of what a woman is. Or even the European notion of what a woman is. And thereās certainly not standard of masculinity in this country which anybody can respect. Part of the horror of being a Black American is being trapped into being an imitation of an imitation.
AL: I canāt tell you what I wished you would be doing. I canāt redefine masculinity. I canāt redefine Black masculinity certainly. I am in the business of redefining Black womanness. You are in the business of redefining Black masculinity. And Iām saying, āHey, please go on doing it,ā because I donāt know how much longer I can hold this fort, and I really feel that Black women are holding it and weāre beginning to hold it in ways that are making this dialogue less possible.
JB: Really? Why do you say that? I donāt feel that at all. It seems to me youāre blaming the Black man for the trap heās in.
AL: Iām not blaming the Black man; Iām saying donāt shed my blood. Iām not blaming the Black man. Iām saying if my blood is being shed, at some point Iām gonna have a legitimate reason to take up a knife and cut your damn head off, and Iām not trying to do it.
JB: If you drive a man mad, youāll turn him into a beast ā it has nothing to do with his color.
AL: If you drive a woman insane, she will react like a beast too. There is a larger structure, a society with which we are in total and absolute war. We live in the mouth of a dragon, and we must be able to use each otherās forces to fight it together, because we need each other. I am saying that in our joint battle we have also developed some very real weapons, and when we turn them against each other they are even more bloody, because we know each other in a particular way. When we turn those weapons against each other, the bloodshed is terrible. Even worse, we are doing this in a structure where we are already embattled. I am not denying that. It is a family discussion Iām having now. Iām not laying blame. I do not blame Black men for what they are. Iām asking them to move beyond. I do not blame Black men; what Iām saying is, we have to take a new look at the ways in which we fight our joint oppression because if we donāt, weāre gonna be blowing each other up. We have to begin to redefine the terms of what woman is, what man is, how we relate to each other.
JB: But that demands redefining the terms of the western worldā¦
AL: And both of us have to do it; both of us have to do itā¦
JB: But you donāt realize that in this republic the only real crime is to be a Black man?
AL: No, I donāt realize that. I realize the only crime is to be Black. I realize the only crime is to be Black, and that includes me too.
JB: A Black man has a prick, they hack it off. A Black man is a ****** when he tries to be a model for his children and he tries to protect his women. That is a principal crime in this republic. And every Black man knows it. And every Black woman pays for it. And every Black child. How can you be so sentimental as to blame the Black man for a situation which has nothing to do with him?
AL: You still havenāt come past blame. Iām not interested in blame, Iām interested in changingā¦
JB: May I tell you something? May I tell you something? I might be wrong or right.
AL: I donāt know ā tell me.
JB: Do you know what happens to a man-?
AL: How can I know what happens to a man?
JB: Do you know what happens to a man when heās ashamed of himself when he canāt find a job? When his socks stink? When he canāt protect anybody? When he canāt do anything? Do you know what happens to a man when he canāt face his children because heās ashamed of himself? Itās not like being a womanā¦
AL: No, thatās right. Do you know what happens to a woman who gives birth, who puts that child out there and has to go out and hook to feed it? Do you know what happens to a woman who goes crazy and beats her kids across the room because sheās so full of frustration and anger? Do you know what that is? Do you know what happens to a lesbian who sees her woman and her child beaten on the street while six other guys are holding her? Do you know what that feels like?
JB: Mm-hm.
AL: Well then, in the same way you know how a woman feels, I know how a man feels, because it comes down to human beings being frustrated and distorted because we canāt protect the people we love. So now letās start ā
JB: All right, okayā¦
AL: - letās start with that and deal.
Essence Magazine, 1984
āI donāt know what most white people in this country feel, but I can only include what they feel from the state of their institutions. I donāt know if white Christians hate Negroes or not, but I know that we have a Christian church which is white and a Christian church which is black. I know as Malcolm X once put it: āThe most segregated hour in American life is high noon on Sunday.ā That says a great deal for me about a Christian nation. It means that I canāt afford to trust most white Christians, and I certainly cannot trust the Christian church. I donāt know whether the labor unions and their bosses really hate me; that doesnāt matter. But I know Iām NOT in their unions. I donāt know if the real estate lobby has anything against black people, but I know the real estate lobbies keep me in the ghetto. I donāt know if the Board of Education hates black people, but I know the textbooks they give my children to read and the schools that we have to go to. Now, THIS is the evidence. You want me to make an act of faithārisking myself, my wife, my woman, my sister, my childrenāon some idealism, which you assure me exists in America, which I have never seen!ā ā James Baldwin, speaking on the Dick Cavett Show (1968)
Here are some tips on how to further use your voices about the election results and hopefully make a change.Ā
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Donald Trump names Reince Priebus chief of staff and Steve Bannon as counselor
Donald Trump made one of the most significant initial choices regarding the composition of his future presidential administration choosing Republican National Committee chairman Reince Priebus as his future chief of staff and appointing former Breitbart chief executive Stephen Bannon as special counselor. Trumpās statement regarding the appointment is chilling.
Itās going to get worse.
Manspology
I donāt know what you text to a girlfriend this morning and I sure donāt want to find out through trial and error. Last night, she never came over because an hour into the election, at the sight of the first numbers, she stopped knowing how to interact with the world and couldnāt get out of bed. I share that deeply private fact without fear of embarrassing her, not because embarrassing women was legalized in last nightās referendum, but because sheās numb. If I texted her for permission to share her numbness, Iād get the same response as if I asked her to eat a submarine. āOkay,ā sheād reply. āIām going to try to sleep. Iāll talk to you tomorrow.ā
I had no part in doing this to her, right? My state is blue, we legalized weed and protected Riley Reidās workplace last night, and between being called an MRA, a douche and a pig by folks that remember me comparing Season 4 of Community to rape, Iām more often these days called an SJW cuck, which I like, because it sounds like someone younger than me. I want to be relevant and woke and lit and PokĆ©mon to the max. Which is why I quietly rooted for Bernie but saw the Democratic primaries as being too sensitive to benefit from my loud mouth, and when Bernie conceded, I quietly switched to the only candidate that wasnāt anti-vaccination, anti-immigration or that Gary guy. I played my part in this whole thing just fine from beginning to end. So Iām off the hook with my shell shocked girlfriend, right?
No, because I played my part begrudgingly. And if I had known these results were possible, I wouldnāt have put an adverb on my playing of it. Except maybe āhumblyā or āapologeticallyā or āextra cuckilyā Because, at the risk of riling up anyone that will only see the political aspect of this personal confession: I know this wasnāt about emails.
If you feel it was, nothing bad is going to happen to you if you walk away from this post. I can assure you, Iām not challenging or invalidating the results of an election you see as a win. Fair play and all that. Iām glad we didnāt have a civil war.
But I want to leave a message here to my numb girlfriend that canāt work as tweets or texts or my trademark pillow talk babbling. And I guess thereās a few ex-lovers and coworkers that I hope read this too. Women that have reason not to believe Iām on their side.
The message starts with the obvious, Iām sorry. But what Iāve learned in my cuck SJW workshops is that saying āIām sorryā isnāt an apology. A full apology is an acknowledgment of the offense, an expression of remorse and a commitment to change.
The remorse, thatās easy. I feel bad she lost and that I assumed sheād win and therefore was a dick about it. Iām all remorse this morning, Iād cut a pinky off if it let my girlfriend face the world today, smiling the way she was the last time I saw her. I donāt know if Iād be capable of actually doing the pinky cutting, I think thatās something a full on Trump guy would be better at, and if it were possible, I would like to be knocked out or at least anesthetized for the removal, because Iām a cuckity cuckimus maximus beta mega cucksuck. But Iād donate the finger and more to make this unhappen. Remorse expressed.
Acknowledgment of the crime is the one thatās going hurt and upset people because itās confession to a crime that is life long and confusing and that wonāt stop just because I confessed it.
I acknowledge that until this election, I have always felt, on some level, that although women werenāt getting a fair shake, it probably ākind of evened outā in other ways. No I canāt tell you what that means in detail because Iāve never actually consciously parsed the thought, and thatās the crime, Iāve just walked around with it. āItās clearly harder to be a woman in this society,ā Iād think, ābut itās probably easier in other ways. And in any case, one thing we know for sureā¦itās different.ā I do a podcast every week in which Iām constantly running my mouth about race and gender but my goal in doing so, I see now, has always been less to investigate, grow or connect and more to figure out how to make people like me (yes that last 43 years was me trying to make you like me, yes I know how sad and funny that is). Iāve kept one eye on the ever morphing fashion of gender discourse and the other eye on my own survival as a primate and figured I was, underneath it all, a feminist because my thoughts about women were never āthey suckā or ātheyāre dumbā or āI want to hurt them.ā
Now I see the crime starts so much earlier in the thought process than that. In figuring out how to survive as a frightened man, Iāve built every thought about people on a foundational assumption that the sexually reproductive dichotomy we inherited from life as old as plants was a more important dichotomy, regardless of context, than any other difference between two humans you could name.
And hey, sometimes that emphasis on sexual dichotomy is fun, or benign, or even progressive feeling, like when two men of two different complexions are so busy bonding about how women be shopping that theyāre accidentally something other than racist for a second.
And then last night this thing happened. This thing that we know was not about emails. And not about the tangled roots of semi-documented corruption and not about revoked promises of walls or recanted suspicions about birthplaces, or anything you could name outside of that one thing that has us more divided than all our divisive specialities put together. This thing that has had us all so divided since before this country was a glint in its explorersā eyes, that last night, with no ways left to express the division subtly, we walked up to the concept of our first lady president, gave it some thought, and walked away having opted for the first President to call Mexicans rapists in the same year he was charged with raping a 13 year old girl.
And I really hope youāre not still reading this if itās making you want to argue with me. I donāt want to argue. There is no debate here to be had and we can all agree debates have stopped mattering because we also just elected the first President to blame flaming out in a debate on the moderatorās menstruation.
There I go to my comfort zone. Anger, babbling, competition, show everybody what a dramatic underdog hero you are. Thatās the part of me represented by this election, thatās the part of me that got our first David Duke endorsed President into an office where he has access to the camera in your laptop and thatās the part of me I want to apologize for, which means to express remorse for, acknowledge the existence of, and finally, most importantly, to commit to changing.
Iām never going to secretly suspect anyone of exaggerating again when they tell me they donāt feel supported, or that they feel attacked. Iām going to take everything people tell me about the challenges facing them at face value and make it my goal to help them get their elusive fair shake however they can. And Iām going to take that part of my thought process that recognizes another humanās gender or race, and rather than nobly ignoring it or hilariously calling it out, Iām going to remove it from the foundation of my thoughts and just put it over to the side, where itās as significant as someoneās horoscope and says as much about their needs as their height or weight or number of limbs, which is to say, sometimes a lot, sometimes not at all, but never by default. I am going to stop trying to find meaning in chaos by categorizing people, no matter how optimistic or supportive those categories might seem. Theyāll never be fair and theyāll never lead to me doing right by anyone.
Iām not going to achieve this new thinking by typing it, Iām going to change it the way my therapist says change works: by behaving and speaking like a person that already lives in that world and letting my neurology gradually adapt. By slowing my thoughts down at the top of judgments and practicing the observation of my own brain in even the most common moments. By disrupting my mental routines even when I donāt perceive them as existing, in every encounter I have with every human being, even while Iām just laying in bed alone, running simulations of others. Iām going to stop expecting things like fairness and respect from the world and start seeing what happens when I become the source of those things. Iām going to stop making it my business to punish and reward others and defending myself. Iām going to try to figure out what the people that enter my life need in the moment of their entrance and make unique real time decisions about my relationship with them. No, Iām not going to be nicer to anyone on Twitter. Twitter is a fucking toilet. Donāt meet people in a toilet if you want to have a healthy encounter. I go there to shit on the planet and make jokes.
And if it takes me until the moment before I randomly die, Iām going to focus on making the space around me an effective advertisement for a decent world. Without expecting the world to buy into it. I donāt control the world. I donāt control other people. I control whether or not I surrender. I control when my walls come down, when the bullshit stops and whateverās behind the walls joins whoeverās near me.
Whatever this is isnāt going to get better by getting longer. It also stopped behind honest in the last paragraph because my girlfriend came over and is now sitting next to me and Iām not interacting with her because Iām trying to finish this. I donāt know how to finish writing things. And I donāt know what people need or what theyāve been through or what hurts them and when itās me. Cody, Iām sorry about last night, about the thing with the guy with the hair and the stuff. I acknowledge my role in it, I feel bad about it and Iām going to change the only part of it I can change. I love you. You deserve better.
Everybody reading this deserves better. Maybe this is how we end up getting it.
Or maybe this is how the statue of liberty ends up buried on a beach up to its armpits in Planet of the Apes. I always wondered what the hell could make that happen.