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  1. Sep 2021
    1. The white writer feels injured in this moment—misunderstood and wounded—and believes it is the reader, the person of color, who has dealt the injury. This is how the white mind tends to racial “wounds”—it makes a mistake about who or what has dealt the injury. For it is not the reader of color who deals the injury. It is whiteness itself.

      I really enjoy this description of what is inherently white fragility. Whiteness becomes a victim in this circumstance rather than understanding that they're subjecting POCs to another instance of writing that addresses race either carelessly or in a manner that could be improved. However, in this instance criticism is not welcome.

    1. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company?

      I really enjoy how sure she is of herself. She hasn't internalized the narrative white supremacy often force feeds black folks. She understands her worth and knows the discrimination she faces to be unfair, not based in truth, and a stark contrast to who she actually is.

    2. The front porch might seem a daring place for the rest of the town

      Why is the rest of the town afraid of their own porches? Are they afraid of the white people passing through?

  2. Aug 2021
    1. The shades of the prison-house closed round about us all: walls strait and stubborn to the whitest, but relentlessly narrow, tall, and unscalable to sons of night who must plod darkly on in resignation, or beat unavailing palms against the stone, or steadily, half hopelessly, watch the streak of blue above.

      Is this reference to the frustration by black men who did not to assimilate into the white world, but rather escape it? Is this in reference to black men not being afforded the same opportunities as white people? I think it's the latter, but it could be both.

    2. Alas, with the years all this fine contempt began to fade; for the words I longed for, and all their dazzling opportunities, were theirs, not mine. But they should not keep these prizes, I said; some, all, I would wrest from them. Just how I would do it I could never decide: by reading law, by healing the sick, by telling the wonderful tales that swam in my head,—some way.

      Reminds me of conversations had within the black community today regarding the need for black people to go above and beyond for the same recognition to be given that is easily afford by their white counterparts for doing far less.

    3. Then it dawned upon me with a certain suddenness that I was different from the others; or like, mayhap, in heart and life and longing, but shut out from their world by a vast veil.

      He became aware of his own blackness and understood his blackness was the juxtaposition of whiteness.

    4. It is in the early days of rollicking boyhood that the revelation first bursts upon one, all in a day, as it were. I remember well when the shadow swept across me.

      Awareness of ones blackness?

    5. To the real question, How does it feel to be a problem? I answer seldom a word.

      Is he saying this is asked to him as a black man or a black scholar? It feels like a layered question to ask someone of his stature during a time where the conditions of black Americans were undoubtedly more abhorrent than they are today. Being black would immediately make him a "problem." Being a black scholar would make him more of a "problem." There appears to be a bit of intersectionality at play here.

    6. And, finally, need I add that I who speak here am bone of the bone and flesh of the flesh of them that live within the Veil?

      He seems to be saying that he's just human as his white counterparts. Did he feel the need to state this to encourage white readers at the time to empathize with what he was saying regardless of their assumptions of him based on race alone?

    1. The sky is less grand as it shuts down over less worth in the population.

      Its not as if nature itself has changed even if humanity diminishes its value. However, what does Emerson define as "less worth"? Does it pertain to what the text has already stated, i.e the over analysis of what he believes should remain simple and mystified by simple appreciation or are there other things that he believes devalues nature? Why is it important to hold nature in high esteem in the first place?

      (Might be misunderstanding what he's trying to say)

    2. Miller owns this field, Locke that, and Manning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all the parts, that is, the poet. This is the best part of these men’s farms, yet to this their warranty-deeds give no title.

      Is he pointing out what he believes to be the shortcomings of philosophy? Does breaking down nature into smaller components and dissecting them disallow a person from seeing and appreciating the bigger picture?

      "Neither does the wisest man extort her secret, and lose his curiosity by finding out all her perfection." This quote seems to provide further insight.

    3. But to a sound judgment, the most abstract truth is the most practical.

      Man oftentimes finds discomfort in the things it is unable to understand or explain. Using ideas that are not concrete, but pair well with what one already knows is easier than having an inexplicable blank space. However, does this not leave room for unreasonable assumptions to be made?

    4. He acts it as life, before he apprehends it as truth. In like manner, nature is already, in its forms and tendencies, describing its own design.

      What if someone lives life by their own biases and determines that to be truth? How would that be comparable to nature describing its own design? Is this meant in a general sense i.e commentary about the nature of man?

      A rose may present itself as a rose and contain all that a biologist needs to understand its functions and makeup. Man cannot be afforded the same simplistic outlook.