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Introduction and headnotes copyright © 2010 by Randall Kenan
Compilation copyright © 2010 by The Estate of James Baldwin

All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Pantheon Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto.

Pantheon Books and colophon are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Baldwin, James, 1924–1987.
The cross of redemption : uncollected writings / James Baldwin; edited and with an introduction by Randall Kenan.
p. cm.
A collection of essays, speeches, letters, reviews, etc.
eISBN: 978-0-307-37896-5
I. Kenan, Randall. II. Title.
PS3552.A45C76 2010

Cover photograph by Carl Mydans/Time Life Pictures/Getty Images
Cover design by Barbara de Wilde


The Estate of James Baldwin would like to extend appreciation to Erroll McDonald, Randall Kenan, Lily Evans, Eileen Ahearn, Douglas Field, Rene Boatman, and Quentin Miller for bringing this collection to fruition



Title Page



Introduction: Looking for James Baldwin


Mass Culture and the Creative Artist: Some Personal Notes

A Word from Writer Directly to Reader

Nationalism, Colonialism, and the United States: One Minute to Twelve—A Forum

Theater: The Negro In and Out

A Raisin in the Sun
a Lemon in the Dark?

As Much Truth as One Can Bear

Geraldine Page: Bird of Light

What’s the Reason Why?: A Symposium by Best-Selling Authors:
James Baldwin on
Another Country

The Artist’s Struggle for Integrity

We Can Change the Country

Why I Stopped Hating Shakespeare

The Uses of the Blues

What Price Freedom?

The White Problem

Black Power

The Price May Be Too High

The Nigger We Invent

Speech from the Soledad Rally

A Challenge to Bicentennial Candidates

The News from All the Northern Cities Is, to Understate It, Grim; the State of the Union Is Catastrophic

Lorraine Hansberry at the Summit

On Language, Race, and the Black Writer

Of the Sorrow Songs: The Cross of Redemption

Black English: A Dishonest Argument

This Far and No Further

On Being White … and Other Lies

Blacks and Jews

To Crush a Serpent


The Fight: Patterson vs. Liston

Sidney Poitier


Letters from a Journey

The International War Crimes Tribunal

Anti-Semitism and Black Power

An Open Letter to My Sister Angela Y. Davis

A Letter to Prisoners

The Fire This Time: Letter to the Bishop


A Quarter-Century of Un-Americana

Memoirs of a Bastard Angel: A Fifty-Year Literary and Erotic Odyssey
by Harold Norse

The Negro in New York: An Informal Social History, 1626–1940
, edited by Roi Ottley and William J. Weatherby

Daddy Was a Number Runner
by Louise Meriwether

A Lonely Rage
by Bobby Seale


Best Short Stories
by Maxim Gorky

by Maxim Gorky

The Amboy Dukes
by Irving Shulman

The Sure Hand of God
by Erskine Caldwell

The Sling and the Arrow
by Stuart Engstrand

Novels and Stories
by Robert Louis Stevenson, edited by V. S. Pritchett; and
Robert Louis Stevenson
by David Daiches

Flood Crest
by Hodding Carter

The Moth
by James M. Cain

The Portable Russian Reader
, edited by Bernard Guilbert Guerney

The Person and the Common Good
by Jacques Maritain

The Negro Newspaper
by Vishnu V. Oak;
Jim Crow America
by Earl Conrad;
The High Cost of Prejudice
by Bucklin Moon;
The Protestant Church and the Negro
by Frank S. Loescher;
Color and Conscience
by Buell G. Gallagher;
From Slavery to Freedom
by John Hope Franklin; and
The Negro in America
by Arnold Rose

The Cool World
by Warren Miller

by Seymour Krim

The Arrangement
by Elia Kazan

A Man’s Life: An Autobiography
by Roger Wilkins


The Death of a Prophet


About the Author

Other Books by This Author

Introduction: Looking for James Baldwin

It is 1947, late autumn. You are twenty-three years old. You are black. You are living in New York’s Greenwich Village. You work at a small Caribbean restaurant on MacDougal Street called Calypso. You wait tables. You have worked laying railroad tracks in New Jersey. You hated the job. You hate segregated life and the indignities to which you were subjected on top of your hardscrabble existence. You cannot afford to go to college. You must earn money to send home to your large, impoverished family up in Harlem and to survive. People say you look about fifteen years old. You have interesting friends, paramount among them being the African-American painter Beauford Delaney, worldly and wise. He takes a special interest in you. He is your mentor. A surrogate father. (Your father died in 1943.) You will later write of Delaney, “He opened the unusual door” for you. Delaney introduces you to the writer Henry Miller. At the restaurant you meet Paul Robeson and Burt Lancaster and Eartha Kitt and C. L. R. James and so many others. You become good friends with a young, weird, wild, beautiful midwesterner enthralled by the possibilities of Method acting. His name is Marlon Brando. He is not your lover, but he will remain a lifelong friend.

In this exciting Manhattan Village you meet a lot of politically noisy, rambunctious, revolutionary, bohemian, fun-loving types, people who follow socialist ideals, Trotsky and the like, but also you meet musicians, singers, theater people of all stripes, public intellectuals, writers and editors at places like
The Nation
, the
Partisan Review
, the
New Leader, Commentary
, people like Randall Jarrell and Philip Rahv. You get a job as a messenger for a left-leaning newspaper,
. The editor of the
New Leader
, Sol Levitas, takes a liking to you. He knows you’ve been working on a novel,
Crying Holy
—no, you’ve changed the name to
In My Father’s House
by now. Levitas suggests you try your hand at writing book reviews. It will give you discipline, he says.

Your first review, of a collection of short stories by the Russian writer Maxim Gorky, is published in the April 12, 1947, issue of
The Nation
. You write that Gorky is “far from a careful writer and by no means a great one. He is almost always painfully verbose and frequently threatens to degenerate into simple propaganda.” The review is somewhat brutal; yet you go on to praise Gorky for his “rare sympathy for people,” and further, you chastise “present-day realistic novelists” for their lack of sympathy, for failing to see “the unpredictability and the occasional and amazing splendor of the human being.” You end your first review, which has a somewhat sermonic tone, on the word “salvation.”

At twenty-three, so much of the James Baldwin the world will come to admire and heed and laud and consider as indispensable was already well formed.

Later that year, in November, in another review of Gorky, of his novel
, Baldwin writes:

Art, to be sure, has its roots in the lives of human beings: the weakness, the strength, the absurdity. I doubt that it is limited to our comrades; since we have discovered that art does not belong to what was once the aristocracy, it does not therefore follow that it has become the exclusive property of the common man—which abstraction, by the way, I have yet to meet. Rather, since it is involved with all of us, it belongs to all of us, and this includes our foes, who are as desperate and as vicious and as blind as we are and who can only be as evil as we are ourselves.

He is now only twenty-four; yet the elevated diction, the preoccupation with societal ethics, the syntactical willingness to allow his thoughts to unfurl and take up space, majestically, as they precess toward his hermeneutical ends—looking back, it all feels rather like Athena bursting forth from her daddy’s head, fully made.

Yet, though Baldwin was certainly precocious, he had earned his world vision and his eloquence, as he would go on to essentially document. Rather than springing forth from his stepfather’s brow, he instead wrestled his very gift away from the disapproving Reverend David Baldwin, who saw nothing but ruination in young Jimmy’s fascination with the secular world and with art. It was a fraught relationship, accompanied by severe discipline, harsh beatings, verbal abuse, but also tinged with what Baldwin himself would call love but locked up in a man who did not know how, or who was afraid, to show it.

By the time of his first publication James Baldwin was already onto his second, or even third, life.


But of course the fact that he could be such a powerful writer, against such powerful odds, at such a young age, seems to make sense, in retrospect.

His mother, Berdis Emma Jones, had come to New York from Maryland, a young woman. A failed relationship left her with a child. By the time James was three, in 1927, she had wed a Baptist minister turned Pentecostal, David Baldwin, originally from Louisiana. They would have eight children together.

Their life in Harlem, at the height of the Great Depression, was a constant struggle. David worked in factories, when he could find work; but he also continued preaching in storefront churches. Berdis worked cleaning houses and as a laundress. It fell to young James to help with his brothers and sisters.

The world of literature came knock-knock-knocking on James Baldwin’s door early: Reading and rereading
Uncle Tom’s Cabin
before he was ten. Discovering the novels of Charles Dickens at around the same time. The Schomburg Library on 135th Street, which he seemed to haunt when not baby-sitting his siblings. Frederick Douglass Junior High School, where he would study with Countee Cullen (“To make a poet black, and bid him sing!”), by then the author of two volumes of poetry. Surely, for Baldwin, already the idea of being a writer, for a black man, was a tangible, possible thing.

Then, 1938, simultaneously: Fireside Pentecostal Assembly and DeWitt Clinton High School. Through one door he was learning to “walk holy,” thus becoming a young minister wielding the power of the Word from the pulpit with the sonorous cadences of the King James Bible and with the force of an Old Testament prophet; through the other door—at a school considered by many to have been among the best in the country—he was experiencing another other world of words, as a short-story writer, playwright, editor, critic.

To be sure, Baldwin gives us vivid portraits of the pressure cooker in which he stewed—not only in his virtuoso first novel,
Go Tell It on the Mountain
(1953), but later in literally scores of autobiographical essays, again and again, revisiting that existential struggle he faced, like Saint Augustine or John Donne, warring against visions of the sacred and the profane, fighting to become himself, to find himself. But even with those great testaments, which seem to make his emergence as a literary maven seem inevitable, to clothe his history in Myth, there yet remains an impenetrable mystery, still, surrounding James Baldwin, created in the quintessence of a disadvantaged childhood—almost like that of a character from the very Dickens novels he loved so much—rising up, phoenix-like, on the wings of a literary archangel.

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