“I saw with a particular shock, the root of the despicable and tenacious American folklore concerning the happy, prancing niggers. Some of the people were moving, indeed, and the jukebox was loud; their movements followed the music which their movements had produced; but prancing scarcely described the use of their vigor. Only someone who no longer had any sense of what constituted happiness could have ever confounded happiness with this rage. Yet, the scene we entered had been tirelessly reproduced, in stale and meticulous, absolutely libelous detail, in countless musical comedies and innumerable porkchop-in-the-sky films: the nigger, moving in uncanny time to the music, hips, hands, feet working, all flashing teeth and eyes, without a care in the world.”
James Baldwin, “Tell Me How Long the Train’s Been Gone”, 1968.
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