It is dangerous to be an American Negro male. America has never wanted its Negroes to be men, and does not, generally, treat them as men. It treats them as mascots, pets, or things.
Tell me, he said, "What is this thing about time? Why is it better to be late than early? People are always saying, we must wait, we must wait. what are they waiting for?" "Well […] I guess people wait in order to make sure of what they feel." "And when you have waited—-has it made you sure?
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What this quote means
The quote explores the nature of time and the reasons behind waiting, questioning if waiting leads to certainty in feelings.
James A. Baldwin's quote delves into the philosophical inquiry of time and the human tendency to wait for clarity in emotions. It prompts the reader to reflect on the reasons people postpone actions or decisions, suggesting that the act of waiting itself may not necessarily provide the certainty or understanding that individuals seek, encouraging a deeper examination of how we navigate our feelings and choices in life.
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In a speech discussing decision-making, one might quote Baldwin to emphasize the importance of understanding the motivation behind waiting.
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