which is negro


One of 20th Century America’s greatest literary voices, James Baldwin and his work are garnering renewed interest, thanks in part to the Oscar®-nominated documentary, I Am Not Your Negro, which should be opening at a cinema near you soon (if it hasn’t already). The trailer is below a companion volume for the film is now available fom Vintage Books, home to much of the author’s backlist, including Go Tell It on the Mountain, Tell Me How Long the Train’s Been Gone, and The Fire Next Time. Baldwin’s literary work has also been issued by the prestigious Library of America in three essential volumes.

“The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.”

Dear Black Tumblr,

listen to the King.


Idk why I have to keep explaining this to people over and over again. The word ‘nigga’ is derived from the Spanish word ‘negro’ which means black. During the colonial times the European Spaniards established a hierarchy (las casta) that degraded POC given the simple fact race was ranked and respect was given in levels, since equality is entirely based of fairness I think it’s clear to see why a race classification syetem is deemed so oppressive.

The top of the list was white, black the bottum. The whiter you where the more repsect you where given. Never the less the word ‘negro’ (NE-GE-ro) was used to degrade black people, Negro was our label on the hierarchy. This system was basically the foundation of colorism/racism/discrimination in North America syatamaticaly opressiong everyone who isn’t white. Whiteness becomes a social cosntruct and blackness left unacceptable. We grow up believing black is not successful, attractive, or even human. You treat black unjustly and confuse it with proper treatment because this hierarchy is subliminaly embedded in each passing genration intututionlizing anti-blackness creating yes in fact opression. Key with here: OPPRESSION. Black people are oppressed, and just like Naruto you better believe it. The subliminal animosity developed for black unknowingly drives us to act discriminatory.

The word nigga is a declaration of racism. Using it circumstantially means you openly accept the your place in the system, you are accepting opression. The use of the over by non-black POC is an actin dominacy because they are above you in the system the fact that they can use the word agaist you means they shouldn’t say it at all. It means they’re using there privilege, then only way to be equal is to make that privilege non existent.

Moral of this rant:

Literally the weakest argument I’ve seen about why allosexual is a bad word is because it sounds like a slur in a totally unrelated language

You know what else sounds like a slur? The Spanish word for black. Which is negro. (Of course, there are other terrible terms for black ppl in Spanish but I digress)

If someone were to call me a negro… In the context of “oh lookit that dirty negro!!” or something like that then that would be… Bad, lol

But if I were to deny a Spanish speaking person the autonomy of using their own word (which literally just means the color black) simply because it sounded like a slur… I can’t describe how unnecessary that is. And allosexual literally just means not asexual. That’s all.

Does that make sense? I don’t know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Harper Lee’s natural brilliance fused with an incredible attention to detail—and a fervor to write about racism and injustice against the wishes of critics. But she was humble, too. 

Harper Lee wasn’t born a famous author or Presidential Medal of Freedom recipient. And she still joked about meeting real authors—her peers—after 30,000 copies of ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ were already sold.

Here’s an incredible true story on how Lee approached one harsh commenter, from a 1961 Newsweek profile: 

Snowed under with fan letters, Harper Lee is stealing time from a new novel-in-progress to write careful answers. 

Her favorite letter, a little out of the mold, is a roasting from a crank in Oklahoma who heard she was guilty of writing a novel in which an innocent Negro is convicted of raping a moronic white woman. 'In this day of mass rape of white women who are not morons,’ her accuser demanded, 'why is it that you young Jewish authors seek to whitewash the situation?' 

Will this rate an answer, too? 

'Oh, yes,’ said the author—who is kin to Robert E. Lee. 

'I think I’ll say, 'Dear Sir or Madam, somebody is using your name to write dirty letters. You should notify the FBI.’

‘And I’m going to sign it, Harper Levy.’

via Newsweek on Instagram

All of the physical characteristics of the Negro which had caused me, in America, a very different and almost forgotten pain were nothing less than miraculous - or infernal - in the eyes of the village people. Some thought my hair was the color of tar, that it had the texture of wire, or the texture of cotton. It was jocularly suggested that I might let it all grow long and make myself a winter coat. If I sat in the sun for more than five minutes some daring creature was certain to come along and gingerly put his fingers on my hair, as though he were afraid of an electric shock, or put his hand on my hand, astonished that the color did not rub off. In all of this, in which it must be conceded there was the charm of genuine wonder and in which there was certainly no element of intentional unkindness, there was yet no suggestion that I was human: I was simply a living wonder.
[…] I thought of white men arriving for the first time in an African village, strangers there, as I am a stranger here, and tried to imagine the astounded populace touching their hair and marveling at the color of their skin. But there is a great difference between being the first white man to be seen by Africans and being the first black man to be seen by whites. The white man takes the astonishment as tribute, for he arrives to conquer and to convert the natives, whose inferiority in relation to himself is not even to be questioned; whereas I, without a thought of conquest, find myself among a people whose culture controls me, has even, in a sense, created me, people who have cost me more in anguish and rage than they will ever know, who yet do not even know of my existence. The astonishment with which I might have greeted them, should they have stumbled into my African village a few hundred years ago, might have rejoiced their hearts. But the astonishment with which they greet me today can only poison mine.

“Stranger in the Village” (Notes of a Native Son), James Baldwin.

Baldwin on visiting a small Swiss village and discovering that its inhabitants had never seen a black person before.