If Beale Street Could Talk

by James Baldwin

I’ve got to take care of you—of us. You can’t go everywhere I go. How is it your fault? That was just some broken-down junkie—”

Her first impression is that everyone appears to be related to each other. This is not because of the way they look, nor is it a matter of language: it is because of the way they relate to each other.

i dream of this 😍

looks like a Yankee—or

LMAOO not this being derogatory

Ray Charles, “I Can’t Stop Loving You.”

If you have visitors, or even if you have only one visitor, but that visitor is constant, it means that someone outside cares about you. And this can get you through the night, into the day.

COMMUNITY!

Every day, when he sees my face, he knows, again, that I love him—and God knows I do, more and more, deeper and deeper, with every hour. But it isn’t only that. It means that others love him, too, love him so much that they have set me free to be there. He is not alone; we are not alone.

this is a beautiful way to outline the unconditional love of community 🤍🤍

B.B. King.

I was frightened because, in the streets of the Village, I realized that we were entirely alone. Nobody cared about us except us; or, whoever loved us was not there.

It stopped me, I stood still. It was not like looking into a man’s eyes. It was like nothing I knew, and—therefore—it was very powerful.