It seems that at last black people have abandoned our foolish dependency on the Government to do the work that we once thought all of its citizenry would be delighted to do. Our love affair with the Federal Government is over. We misjudged the ardor of its attention. We thought its majority constituency would prefer having their children grow up among happy, progressive, industrious, contented black children rather than among angry, disenchanted, and dangerous ones. That the profit motive of industry alone would keep us employed and therefore spending, and that our poverty was bad for business. We thought landlords wanted us to have a share in our neighborhoods and therefore love and care for them. That city governments wanted us to control our school’s and therefore preserve them.
WE WERE WRONG! And now, having been eliminated from the lists of urgent national priorities, from TV documentaries and the platitudes of editorials, black people have chosen, or been forced to seek safety from the white man’s promise.
Toni Morrison. A Slow Walk of Trees (as Grandmother Would Say), Hopeless (as Grandfather Would Say). New York Times Magazine (4 July 1976): 104+. Reprinted by permission of International Creative Management, Inc. Copyright 1976 by Toni Morrison.
from What Moves at the Margin; Selected Non-Fiction Edited and with an Introduction by Carolyn C. Denard. 2008. p. 11
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