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James Baldwin Quotes

  • ''It is a very rare man who does not victimize the helpless.''
    James Baldwin (1924-1987), U.S. author. (First published 1972). "No Name in the Street," The Price of the Ticket (1985).
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  • ''If they take you in the morning, they will be coming for us that night.''
    James Baldwin (1924-1987), U.S. author. New York Review of Books (Jan. 7, 1971). "Open Letter to my Sister, Angela Davis."
  • ''Rage cannot be hidden, it can only be dissembled. This dissembling deludes the thoughtless, and strengthens rage and adds, to rage, contempt.''
    James Baldwin (1924-1987), U.S. author. repr. In Notes of a Native Son (1955). "Stranger in the Village," Harper's (New York, October 1953).
  • ''Confronted with the impossibility of remaining faithful to one's beliefs, and the equal impossibility of becoming free of them, one can be driven to the most inhuman excesses.''
    James Baldwin (1924-1987), U.S. author. repr. in Notes of a Native Son, pt. 2 (1955). "Stranger in the Village," Harper's (New York, Oct. 1953).
  • ''People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.''
    James Baldwin (1924-1987), U.S. author. repr. in Notes of a Native Son, pt. 2 (1955). "Stranger in the Village," Harper's (New York, Oct. 1953).
  • ''No one is more dangerous than he who imagines himself pure in heart: for his purity, by definition, is unassailable.''
    James Baldwin (1924-1987), U.S. author. repr. In Nobody Knows My Name (1961). "The Black Boy Looks at the White Boy," Esquire (New York, May 1961).

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The lady is a tramp
a camp
a lamp

The lady is a sight
a might
a light
the lady devastated
an alley or two
reverberated through the valley
which leads to me, and you

the lady is the apple
of God's eye:
He's cool enough about it
but He tends to strut a little
when she passes by

the lady is a wonder
daughter of the thunder
smashing cages
legistlating rages
with the voice of ages
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Staggerlee wonders

I always wonder
what they think the niggers are doing
while they, the pink and alabaster pragmatists,
are containing
Russia
and defining and re-defining and re-aligning
China,
nobly restraining themselves, meanwhile,
from blowing up that earth

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