“But, by the time one has become an incitement, not very much is left in one’s power. It is not a matter merely of walking straight, eyes straight ahead. No, one’s eyes must be everywhere at once-without seeming to be, without seeming to move; one must be ready for the rock, the fist, the sudden movement; one must see every face and yet make it impossible for one’s eyes to be caught, even for a second, by any other eye. One must move swiftly, and yet not in a hurry: one must, in fact, give the crowd no opening, either by seeming to be too proud or by seeming to be too humble. All such crowds are combustible, and they always will be. Their buried, insupportable lives have brought them together and on the only terms they can come together: the unspeakable despair concerning their lives.”
James Baldwin, “Tell Me How Long the Train’s Been Gone”, 1968.
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