The other night my husband and I plopped ourselves in front of the old Netflix delivery system (television) and decided amongst ourselves to watch the documentary I Am Not Your Negro featuring author James Baldwin. The book of the same name had been circulating beautifully in my library for quite some time, so I was curious about the doc. In many ways I’ve never explored the works of Baldwin fully. In that film I got a cursory crash course on him with a specific look at how his words carry we...
Published on May 16, 2018 21:00