Debate: A discussion between people in which they express different opinions about something.
In September 1963 James Baldwin debated Malcolm X on the subjects of race, class, black identity, theology, integration, and white supremacy. I recently listened to the debate on YouTube (see link below), and found it riveting and constructive. Here we have two of the most celebrated, and articulate intellectuals of the time, in a civilized, yet powerful debate: Malcolm X defended his position of the sit-in movement as passive and non productive. He did so by injecting the need for forceful intervention by what he suggested as being “any means necessary”. While simultaneously being opposed to the concept of passively waiting for freedom—and inherent civil rights, and recognition as human beings as “something to be given” to the “American Negro” by the “White man”. In contrast, in reference to the sit-in protests and any violent response as a solution, “Baldwin argued that maintaining calm in the face of vitriol demands a tremendous amount of power.” He continued by expressing the belief that “when the sit-in movement started in the western world, I think it had a great deal less to do with equality than with power.” As a result of this analysis, it can be noted that Baldwin began to contemplate the important distinction between “power and equality” and “power and freedom.” Also, interwoven throughout the debate between Malcolm and Baldwin, was a civil discussion on the validity of segregation (and pure independence; in political, and economic constructs), or integration as the valid means of advancement in a dominant white society. And of course that debate continues to today: Taking its place on various social media platforms and newly authored independent (non-white owned media) online black commentary sites and publications.
The interior room of things. Colorful. Composed of data and moments. The beautiful memories we left behind.
Here in the interior rooms, we find the things we left behind. The data of memories and moments.
Impermanence, failing falling thoughts, and climate change.
There is a light that emerges within oneself that is not unlike a growing imagination and the scent of mint and tulips in spring.
Finding that inner flame and pushing forward. I have been hanging around the house today, relaxing and listening to music. As I create this post I am listening to the ambient sounds of Chihei Hatakeyama’s Void IX and Oophoi’s An Aerial View. Tonight is a night of immersing myself into all things formed through sound, smell, art, healing, and stillness. I went online and found a great place to order a small quantity of Tibetan medicinal incense. So I got some for inner and physical healing. It’s quiet here. I wish I could spend more time in this soothing, reflective, and safe environment. Doing art, hanging out with the cats, looking out beyond the woods in the backyard. Haven’t really talked to anyone all day. Here in the interior rooms, it’s amazing how often that happens. Nothing here all day, but the fall of thought.
In the curated conjecture of thoughts and emotions, the heart seeks refuge only in its own desires.