An Open Letter to My Sister,
Angela Y. Davis
by James Baldwin
One might have hoped that, by this hour, the very sight of chains on Black flesh, or the very sight of chains, would be so intolerable a sight for the American people, and so unbearable a memory, that they would themselves spontaneously rise up and strike off the manacles. But, no, they appear to glory in their chains; now, more than ever, they appear to measure their safety in chains and corpses. And so, Newsweek, civilized defender of the indefensible, attempts to drown you in a sea of crocodile tears (“it remained to be seen what sort of personal liberation she had achieved”) and puts you on its cover, chained.
You look exceedingly alone—as alone, say, as the Jewish housewife in the boxcar headed for Dachau, or as any one of our ancestors, chained together in the name of Jesus, headed for a Christian land.
Well. Since we live in an age which silence is not only criminal but suicidal, I have been making as much noise as I can, here in Europe, on radio and television—in fact, have just returned from a land, Germany, which was made notorious by a silent majority not so very long ago. I was asked to speak on the case of Miss Angela Davis, and did so. Very probably an exerciser in futility, but one must let no opportunity slide.
I am something like twenty years older than you, of that generation, therefore, of which George Jackson ventures that “there are no healthy brothers—none at all.” I am in no way equipped to dispute this speculation (not, anyway, without descending into what, at the moment, would be irrelevant subtleties) for I know too well what he means. My own state of health is certainly precarious enough. In considering you, and Huey, and George and (especially) Jonathan Jackson, I began to apprehend what you may have had in mind when you spoke of the uses to which we could put the experience of the slave. What has happened, it seems to me, and to put it far too simply, is that a whole new generation of people have assessed and absorbed their history, and, in that tremendous action, have freed themselves of it and will never be victims again. This may seem an odd, indefensibly pertinent and insensitive thing to say to a sister in prison, battling for her life—for all our lives. Yet, I dare to say it, for I think you will perhaps not misunderstand me, and I do not say it, after all, from the position of spectator.
I am trying to suggest that you—for example—do not appear to be your father’s daughter in the same way that I am my father’s son. At bottom, my father’s expectations and mine were the same, the expectations of his generation and mine were the same; and neither the immense difference in our ages nor the move from the South to the North could alter these expectations or make our lives more viable. For, in fact, to use the brutal parlance of that hour, the interior language of despair, he was just a n—–—a n—– laborer preacher, and so was I. I jumped the track but that’s of no more importance here, in itself, than the fact that some poor Spaniards become rich bull fighters, or thatsome poor Black boys become rich—boxers, for example. That’s rarely, if ever, afforded the people more than a great emotional catharsis, though I don’t mean to be condescending about that, either. But when Cassius Clay became Muhammad Ali and refused to put on that uniform (and sacrificed all that money!) a very different impact was made on the people and a very different kind of instruction had begun.
The American triumph—in which the American tragedy has always been implicit—was to make Black people despise themselves. When I was little I despised myself; I did not know any better. And this meant, albeit unconsciously, or against my will, or in great pain, that I also despised my father. And my mother. And my brothers.And my sisters. Black people were killing each other every Saturday night out on Lenox Avenue, when I was growing up; and no one explained to them, or to me, that it was intended that they should; that they were penned where they were, like animals, in order that they should consider themselves no better than animals. Everything supported this sense of reality, nothing denied it: and so one was ready, when it came time to go to work, to be treated as a slave. So one was ready, when human terrors came, to bow before a white God and beg Jesus for salvation—this same white God who was unable to raise a finger to do so little as to help you pay your rent, unable to be awakened in time to help you save your child!
There is always, of course, more to any picture than can speedily be perceived and in all of this—groaning and moaning, watching, calculating, clowning, surviving, and outwitting, some tremendous strength was nevertheless being forged, which is part of our legacy today. But that particular aspect of our journey now begins to be behind us. The secret is out: we are men!
But the blunt, open articulation of this secret has frightened the nation to death. i wish I could say, “to life,” but that is much to demand of a disparate collection of displaced people still cowering in their wagon trains and singing “Onward Christian Soldiers.” The nation, if America is a nation, is not in the least prepared for this day. It is a day which the Americans never expected to see, however piously they may declare their belief in progress and democracy. Those words, now, on American lips, have become a kind of universal obscenity: for this most unhappy people, strong believers in arithmetic, never expected to be confronted with the algebra of their history.
One way of gauging a nation’s health, or of discerning what it really considers to be its interests—or to what extent it can be considered as a nation as distinguished from a coalition of special interests—is to examine those people it elects to represent or protect it. One glance at the American leaders (or figureheads) conveys that America is on the edge of absolute chaos, and also suggests the future to which American interests, if not the bulk of the American people, appear willing to consign the Blacks. (Indeed, one look at our past conveys that.) It is clear that for the bulk of our (nominal) countrymen, we are all expendable. And Messrs. Nixon, Agnew, Mitchell, and Hoover, to say nothing, of course, of the Kings’ Row basket case, the winning Ronnie Reagan, will not hesitate for an instant to carry out what they insist is the will of the people.
But what, in America, is the will of the people? And who, for the above-named, are the people? The people, whoever they may be, know as much about the forces which have placed the above-named gentlemen in power as they do about the forces responsible for the slaughter in Vietnam. The will of the people, in America, has always been at the mercy of an ignorance not merely phenomenal, but sacred, and sacredly cultivated: the better to be used by a carnivorous economy which democratically slaughters and victimizes whites and Blacks alike. But most white Americans do not dare admit this (though they suspect it) and this fact contains mortal danger for the Blacks and tragedy for the nation.
Or, to put it another way, as long as white Americans take refuge in their whiteness—for so long as they are unable to walk out of this most monstrous of traps—they will allow millions of people to be slaughtered in their name, and will be manipulated into and surrender themselves to what they will think of—and justify—as a racial war. They will never, so long as their whiteness puts so sinister a distance between themselves and their own experience and the experience of others, feel themselves sufficiently human, sufficiently worthwhile, to become responsible for themselves, their leaders, their country, their children, or their fate. They will perish (as we once put it in our black church) in their sins —that is, in their delusions. And this is happening, needless to say, already, all around us.
Only a handful of the millions of people in this vast place are aware that the fate intended for you, Sister Angela, and for George Jackson, and for the numberless prisoners in our concentration camps—for that is what they are—is a fate which is about to engulf them, too, White lives, for the forces which rule in this country, are no more sacred than Black ones, as many and many a student is discovering, as the white American corpses in Vietnam prove. If the American people are unable to contend with their elected leaders for the redemption of their own honor and the loves of their own children, we the Blacks, the most rejected of the Western children, can expect very little help at their hands; which, after all, is nothing new. What the Americans do not realize is that a war between brothers, in the same cities, on the same soil is not a racial war but a civil war. But the American delusion is not only that their brothers all are white but that the whites are all their brothers.
So be it. We cannot awaken this sleeper, and God knows we have tried. We must do what we can do, and fortify and save each other—we are not drowning in an apathetic self-contempt, we do feel ourselves sufficiently worthwhile to contend even with the inexorable forces in order to change our fate and the fate of our children and the condition of the world! We know that a man is not a thing and is not to be placed at the mercy of things. We know that air and water belong to all mankind and not merely to industrialists. We know that a baby does not come into the world merely to be the instrument of someone else’s profit. We know that a democracy does not mean the coercion of all into a deadly—and, finally, wicked— mediocrity but the liberty for all to aspire to the best that is in him, or that has ever been.
We know that we, the Blacks, and not only we, the blacks, have been, and are, the victims of a system whose only fuel is greed, whose only god is profit. We know that the fruits of this system have been ignorance, despair, and death, and we know that the system is doomed because the world can no longer afford it—if, indeed, it ever could have. And we know that, for the perpetuation of this system, we have all been mercilessly brutalized, and have been told nothing but lies, lies about ourselves and our kinsmen and our past, and about love, life, and death, so that both soul and body have been bound in hell.
The enormous revolution in black consciousness which has occurred in your generation, my dear sister, means the beginning or the end of America. Some of us, white and Black, know how great a price has already been paid to bring into existence a new consciousness, a new people, an unprecendented nation. If we know, and do nothing, we are worse than the murderers hired in our name.
If we know, then we must fight for your life as though it were our own—which it is—and render impassable with our bodies the corridor to the gas chamber. For, if they take you in the morning, they will be coming for us that night.
November 19, 1970
Read between the lines of this NY Times Article and the other information that I have provided.. Code language for getting rid of Hispanics, Muslims, Hindus and Sikhs. Water supply to and for Native Americans will be poisoned! Next to be eliminated will be Black Americans.
Trump Advances Keystone XL and Dakota Access Pipelines
President Trump has come out of the gate confirming that he is indeed the threat to our climate that we suspected he’d be. But these pipelines are far from being a done deal. The Keystone XL pipeline was rejected because it was determined not to be in the country’s best interest, and the environmental review of the Dakota Access Pipeline was ordered because of the threats it poses to the Standing Rock Sioux’s water supply.
The approval and construction of this pipeline will wipe out the Sioux’s “most important cultural and spiritual areas.” The $3.8 billion Dakota Access Pipeline will contaminate the reservation’s water and will constitute yet another attack on their sovereignty and way of life.
All fears about the Trump Administration are coming true.
Today the Trump Administration has placed gag orders on scientists and other officials at the U.S. Department of Agriculture, the Department of Health and Human Services, and the Environmental Protection Agency.
This means that these government scientists must cease all communications with the Congress, the news media, and even the public!
Pig Feet, Black Eyed Peas and Greens
The Black Eyed Peas are Greens symbolized Good Luck and Prosperity. Greens being the color of money in the United States. Not too sure about the Pigs Feet or as some Southerners call Trotters as it did not bring the pig good luck!
I stopped eating Pigs Feet years ago and I’m too lazy to cook the Black Eyed Peas or the Greens. The only Black Eyed Peas I’ve encountered recently is the singing group!! LOL!
Cleaning your entire house and washing all your clothes!
Yes folks today every Black Person in America is doing their laundry including yours truly! I suppose right now my room is fairly clean. This morning I cleaned Sylvester’s litter box and emptied the trash. But I suppose I take after my mother Mable Palmer who was the Cleaning Queen of the World. Mom would turn the house upside down cleaning. I believe the cleaning of laundry and house brings a fresh clean start to the New Year!
When I was in Spain the tradition was to eat 12 grapes all at once which I did in December 1979 and as I recall 1980 was a good year for me.
About two years ago I went to my Japanese friends Buddhist Temple on New Years Day to celebrate Japanese style. That was enjoyable!
Please share any food, cultural or spiritual New Years Traditions you have or practice!!
Share Your World – 2016 Week 51 – Favorite Holiday Edition
What is your favorite holiday?
Halloween. But during this season I choose Kwanzaa which is an African-American Cultural Holiday celebrating Black culture and Unity. Actually it can be observed by All persons of African Descent. Kwanzaa enables me to return and honor the traditions of my African Ancestors.
a secular festival observed by many African Americans from December 26 to January 1 as a celebration of their cultural heritage and traditional values.
What types of food is associated with your holiday?
Unfortunately since I’m always at work I don’t do any cooking nor do I get to attend the Kwanzaa celebrations I’m invited to. However I do have some African garb which I plan to wear and I will post sometime between December 26th and Jan. 1st.
Do you travel for your holiday?
No. It’s not necessary.
Is it a religious or spiritual holiday?
It does have spiritual aspects but it can be celebrated by African-Americans of all faiths and belief systems. It is a way for Black people to celebrate Our African Heritage! Celebrating Family, Community and Culture. Kwanzaa means First Fruits!!
- The Nguzo Saba of the seven days of Kwanzaa:
- Day 1. Umoja means unity.
- Day 2. Kujichagulia means self-determination.
- Day 3. Ujima means working together.
- Day 4. Ujamaa means supporting each other.
- Day 5. Nia means purpose.
- Day 6. Kuumba means creativity.
- Day 7. Imani means faith, especially faith in ourselves.
Is there a gift exchange?
No. Kwanzaa does not focus or greed or gift giving. It is all about Black Unity!! Umoja!!
How long does the celebration last?
Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
The job is going well. People like me and I’m accepted at my workplace. Looking forward to Kwanzaa!! May the Seven 7 Principles Live Strong and Proud in All Peoples of African Descent!! Ase!!
This is a direct response to a nasty comment made on one of my previous posts. I am not a nice person when somebody says or writes the wrong things so things are about to get ugly. Real Ugly!! You May STOP Reading Now.
As Creator and Moderator of this blog I reserve the right to call out any stupid, racist, sexist, dumb ass or ageist comments. I recently ReBlogged a post about an All Black Cowgirls Team. Anyone who has an ounce of good sense and a knowledge of racist American History should know why Black people in this country need and must have All Black Teams, Events, Organizations, Groups etc….. There has rarely been and given the upcoming administration will be any societies, organizations, groups, etc… where Blacks are or will be seen as equals. We’ve been having this battle for 400 years and even through the eight years of the Obama administration you see how a racist bigoted Congress and Senate did their level best to obstruct any forward positive moves that President Obama tried to make during his administration.
Actually since things are going backwards in the USA for people of Color it behooves us to band together and do for self because the government is about to pull the rug out from under us regarding any benefits, services or programs designed to benefit all American Citizens. Even though we have worked just as hard if not harder and without pay for the most part to build this country up.
To All My Black People for Christmas and Kwanzaa please do your best to Buy Black.
I am proud of being a Black Woman and as for anyone who does not like it or disagrees with me promoting and uplifting my own people I got two words for you. FUCK OFF!!
Now getting back to ignorant racist comments like the one Mr. GP Cox put on my Black Cowgirls post. Is this guy for real? IS TODAY DUMB MUTHA FUCKER DAY?!
I used to ride horses and i admire this group, but i don’t understand why they feel they need to be an all-Black team. Are there teams called the all-white cowgirls?
Did he really ask such a stupid ass question to me as a Black Woman in this hateful country where I have been physically just because I am Black and a Woman? Where my father who served this country during the Korean War was denied service in a restaurant in Washington, DC while in uniform? Does he not understand that the reason why my Great, Great Grandfather served in the 29th Colored Regiment. The reason there the Tuskegee Airmen existed!!
Where every positive deed and action has been negated by the greater white population since 1492. Are you kidding me. Give me a fucking break!!
I wonder what white bread universe Mr. Cox is living in? Is he out of his fucking mind? No. Now let me think. Oh yes he must live in white bread New Burbia where folks who look like me are servants, maids, butlers, etc…. You know that America that Mr. Dhrump is about to return us to. The fabulous 40s, 50s & 60s where attack dogs were set upon us. Where we were hosed down in the streets with fire hoses and where we are systemically shot by the KKK racist bigoted police while our hands are up in surrender.
When I read comments like this I know in my heart and mind that this country will never be united as one. This unity business is all a lot of trash talk and bullshit because at 11:00 am today Sunday morning white people will go to their churches and Black folks will go to ours.
In the meantime Mr. GP Cox I will give you this opportunity to unsubscribe and UnFollow all my blogs now!
As for anyone else who hates Blacks, Native Americans, Hispanics, Asians, other peoples of Color, the disabled, the LGBT Community LEAVE NOW!!
ALL YOUR COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED, TRASHED AND PUT INTO SPAM!! TAKE YOUR NASTY ATTITUDE SOMEWHERE ELSE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
COMMENTS HAVE BEEN CLOSED BUT IF I SEE YOU POSTING OR COMMENTING ON ANOTHER ONE OF MY BLOGS I SWEAR YOU’D BETTER BE READY TO BRING IT BECAUSE I AM!!
I’m participating in a discussion on race relations with two other women bloggers one Black one white. These are my thoughts thus far. I’m starting in Media Res.
For my American Followers and Subscribers I want you to really think and consider those of us who are not white and who have helped build this country over the last 400 years then go to the polls and VOTE!!
If only more people were open minded and accepting. I’m fortunate to work in a multi-cultural environment and live in a diverse city, New York. Over the years I’ve had to let go of my old hard line dogmatic religious beliefs as I’ve met and gotten to know people of other races. Now I have friends who are Hindu, Buddhist, Muslim as well as Jewish and Christian friends. I know if I had been born in those countries my belief system would have been different.
Who am I to say who is better or best when I worship a Jewish Carpenter.
I agree when you say that some whites don’t want to understand. I work for a museum in an upper class rich and wealthy neighborhood and the days following the two Black men who were slain this past summer as I stood in the galleries I could not understand how these white people families women with children could smile, laugh and joke while so many Black families were and still are in mourning. Then it dawned on me. Black people dying is in a separate world. Not of their circle. For them Blacks only exist as servants, maids, Nannies, Home Health care workers, MTA (Transit) workers, Janitors or security guards like myself. We clean floors, bathrooms, drive the buses and subways, mind their kids but outside of that sphere we don’t exist as human beings. More and more as time goes on I get the distinct impression that white America wants to return to the days of slavery or at least Jim Crow. Something my mother, grandparents and great grandparents went through. There hope was that life would be better for my brother and me.
At least not to most white Americans. We are stereotypes and caricatures not real people. The particular neighborhood where I work is located in what is called the “Gold Coast” of Manhattan. Doorman apartments and upper class private schools. These people make a show of voting for Obama and Hillary Clinton however the comments I and my co-workers of color must endure reveal their underlying beliefs as concerns race. I wear a uniform that represents my museum yet white people consistently think I’m either a drug dealer or sex worker??!! How?? What?? Why?? It never occurs to them in a million years that I am a college graduate and an U.S. Army Veteran and so are many of my co-workers who are not only brilliant but multi-lingual who have taken a job well below our intellect and skills due to the economy, ageism and the road blocks of racism to better employment opportunities. We do these jobs to feed our families, pay our bills, educate our children, take care of our parents, buy homes, etc…. Keep in mind that immigrants of All Colors built this country. Fought and died for this country!!
If only I could be seen as a unique human being created by God but I know I will never see that in my lifetime. I never married nor had children but I hope and pray future generations get past and/or never experience some of the racism, discrimination or bigotry that is my every day life.
As one who is descended from African, European and Native American roots I leave you with this song.
I cry when I hear this song and I cry for my country. My country that does not want me. My country whose white citizens constantly tell me “Why don’t you go back to Africa?” How can I return to a place I’ve never been?? Why don’t the contributions of my ancestors count? Also part of me is Native American so actually This is My Country!! Yes white America this is my country whether you like it or not and I’m not leaving. Think on this song then make your decision Tuesday, November 8th Election Day
The Judds – Love Can Build a Bridge
Veterans Day for Americans is coming November 11th. Please keep in mind All the Veterans of Color who have served this country been loyal and faithful to this country only to be slapped in the face by our government and its citizens!!
Thanks goes out to the Navajo Code Talkers, The Japanese-American troops during World War II, Hispanic-Americans, Jewish-Americans and Arab Americans and those who are currently serving yet being ridiculed!!
Thank you Mr. Khan, your wife and family who gave the most!!
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