LOS ANGELES — A central insight of James Baldwin’s writing had to do with the way racism diminished the racist as much or more than his victim. Ironically, Baldwin may have first realized this in his relationship with his step-father, a black man who thought Baldwin was physically ugly and that the attention and accolades he received in school — where he was immediately recognized as exceptional — were not to be taken at face value. The initial lesson, that is, may have had less to do with racism, per se, than with simple hatred, the hatred between Baldwin and his stepfather.
Born in Harlem in 1924, the writer would be duly astonished by the world he came to know in which he could be regarded as a subspecies because of the color of his skin. But in his own household, shared with his mother, stepfather and many siblings, the hatred he knew in himself was less answerable. In time he would see his stepfather, David Baldwin, a minister and once a respected member of Harlem’s church community, descend into deepening paranoia and eventual madness that led to his being institutionalized.
When Baldwin moved out of the apartment and began life on his own, working in a factory in New Jersey, he was so enraged one night by a waitress who refused to serve him at a local restaurant that he threw a glass at her, and ran. In his own struggle now, he could see more clearly his stepfather’s fight before him. In the benchmark essay “Notes of a Native Son,” Baldwin tells this story of his childhood and coming of age. On the day that he attends his stepfather’s funeral, his mother is giving birth to his last sibling. On the way to the funeral, he sees the Harlem streets littered with the debris of a race riot that had broken out. The essay ends:
It began to seem that one would have to hold in the mind forever two ideas which seemed to be in opposition. The first idea was acceptance, the acceptance, totally without rancor, of life as it is, and men as they are: in the light of this idea, it goes without saying that injustice is a commonplace. But this did not mean that one could be complacent, for the second idea was of equal power: that one must never, in one’s own life, accept these injustices as commonplace but must fight them with all one’s strength. This fight begins, however, in the heart and it now had been laid to my charge to keep my own heart free of hatred and despair.
The pivotal turning point in classical Freudian analysis, the moment known as “transference,” occurs when the patient projects his unspoken fears and demons on the analyst himself, who has said as little as possible in order to facilitate the projection. It’s as if racism, in its failure to recognize the humanity of another race, unwittingly duplicates in that race the figure of the incognito analyst, who then becomes the blank screen on which the unconscious is projected. If black skin, whether the skin of a child entering elementary school, or an adult in a restaurant, or, for that matter, President Obama, could elicit in all three cases the same hatred, then the person underneath the projection isn’t being seen at all.
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