I am James Baldwin

Were I born black I would be James Baldwin. He is the only black man to whom I was able to relate from the first day I encountered him. We are two of the same kind of person.

We both are well read in our own areas.

We both are unapologetic in your face critical thinkers. Critical thinking pretty much departed from the educational system with the leftist libtard indoctrination that the conservatives allowed to transpire starting in the past who knows when.

You can't get away with that mess when it comes to me. James Baldwin wasn't one to surrender to any consensus if he thought it to be incorrect thinking either.

We both have been known to tell others where to get off in no uncertain terms. My personal experience surrounds understanding for I believe Covey who said it is not enough to understand, but one must also be understood.

James Arthur Baldwin was born August 2, 1924 and he passed this earth December 1, 1987. He was a novelist, playwright, essayist, poet, and oh yes, activist from Hell if you crossed him.

He wrote citified fictional accounts, things about his black heritage, and of course that gay stuff that homosexuals indulge. There was nothing in the way of gay with me so we were not of the same persuasion in areas of intimacy.

His literary career and that accompanying public persona spanned primarily 1947 through 1985. It is my personal belief that his health began to decline and he retired to privacy and those relationship issues with his interests in that area and his close friends such as Maya Angelou who cried long and hard at his passing while speaking of him and what he meant to her.

His work generally crossed the interpersoinal issues of the day: racial, sexual, and class distinctions and oh I did love to see him get riled and make his personal views known to any ideological adversary before him and there were many.

One of my favorite works of his was the Academy Award–nominated documentary film derived from his unfinished manuscript entitled "I Am Not Your Negro".

It's pretty much how I feel about work and the people there right now. Some people have no concept of their own stupidity and overbearing imposition into the lives of others. My preconceived notions never impose on other people who are continually imparting their taint and favor seeking idea stealing lying asses onto the world.

On December 1, 1987 James Baldwin passed this earthly existence from stomach cancer in Saint-Paul-de-Vence, France. He is interred at the Ferncliff Cemetery in Hartsdale, near New York City

He was provided hospice care by a close friend Fred Nall Hollis who saw him through his transition. He too was quite tearful in speaking of Baldwin posthumously.

James Baldwin was immersed in the civil rights movement and followed those leaders who were his contemporary civil rights proponents such as Medgar Evers, Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, Jr. It is striking to my memory how each of them were murdered to silence them.

Despite our vast differences which are many and varied, James Baldwin and I are the same person in different skins and with different accompanying attitudes. Sure, his personal proclivities and orientation are far different from me but like him, I too am not your negro.