“We were cold and frightened, and we were hungry, but, except for our father, we were not in despair. Our mother was holding on-grim silent and watchful, but not cheerless; she was determined to bring us to the daylight. But she had a lot to watch, a lot to carry. She was watching our father, praying that the daylight would come before he was forever broken; she was watching Caleb, praying that the daylight would come before his hope, which was his youth, should be forever destroyed and she was watching me, wondering what I was learning. The daylight may always come, but it does not come for everybody and it does not come on time.”
James Baldwin, “Tell Me When the Train’s Been Gone”, 1968.
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