One day passed by, and nothing saw but love:
Another came, and still ‘twas only love:
The suns were wearied out with looking on,
And I untired with loving,
I saw you every day, and all the day;
And every day was still but as the first,
So eager was I still to see you more."
— Mark Antony in All for Love by John Dryden
Anonymous said: tell me about the light.
How then can we hope to survive the next Pearl Harbor, if there should be one, with not only all peoples who are not white, but all peoples with political ideologies different from ours arrayed against us—after we have taught them (as we are doing) that when we talk of freedom and liberty, we not only mean neither, we don’t even mean security and justice and even the preservation of life for people whose pigmentation is not the same as ours.
And not just the black people in Boer Africa, but the black people in America too.
Because if we Americans are to survive, it will have to be because we choose and elect and defend to be first of all Americans to present to the world one homogeneous and unbroken front, whether of white Americans of black ones of purple or blue or green.
Perhaps we will find out now whether we are to survive or not. Perhaps the purpose of this sorry and tragic error committed in my native Mississippi by two white adults on an afflicted Negro child is to prove to us whether or not we deserve to survive.
Because if we in America have reached that point in our desperate culture when we must murder children, no matter for what reason or what color, we don’t deserve to survive, and probably won’t."
— from “Press Dispatch Written in Rome, Italy, for the United Press, on the Emmet Till Case” by William Faulkner, published in the New York Herald Tribune September 9th, 1955.
— E.M. Cioran, A Short History of Decay (via humphreyking)
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