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An Afro-Indigenous History of the United States

by Kyle T. Mays

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within <strong>the</strong> context <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> travesty <strong>of</strong> enslavement, <strong>the</strong>y were forced to come<br />

to deal with <strong>the</strong> reality <strong>of</strong> white racism.<br />

For instance, in <strong>the</strong> essay “Many Thousands Gone,” which is a critical<br />

reflection and discussion <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> meaning <strong>of</strong> Richard Wright’s acclaimed<br />

novel Native Son, Baldwin <strong>of</strong>fers his thoughts on Black people in <strong>the</strong> white<br />

imagination. In <strong>the</strong> second paragraph, he writes, “The story <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Negro in<br />

America is <strong>the</strong> story <strong>of</strong> America—or, more precisely, it is <strong>the</strong> story <strong>of</strong><br />

Americans.” 63 He directs his focus not on <strong>the</strong> forced creation <strong>of</strong> Black<br />

people <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir own accord but on what it reveals about American society.<br />

Baldwin continues, “What it means to be a Negro in America can perhaps<br />

be suggested by an examination <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> myths we perpetuate about him.” 64<br />

Here, Baldwin points to <strong>the</strong> visibility <strong>of</strong> Black people (or lack <strong>the</strong>re<strong>of</strong>) in<br />

<strong>the</strong> white imagination, what he identifies as a set <strong>of</strong> myths that simply exist<br />

to perpetuate <strong>the</strong> invisibility <strong>of</strong> black humanity in <strong>the</strong> eyes <strong>of</strong> whites, non-<br />

Blacks, and even Black people—even as Black people have fought over and<br />

over again to imaginatively assert <strong>the</strong>ir humanity throughout US history. In<br />

this way, Black humanity’s invisibility is not much different from <strong>the</strong><br />

invisibility that <strong>Indigenous</strong> peoples experience, albeit <strong>the</strong>ir existence is<br />

ignored altoge<strong>the</strong>r. What binds <strong>the</strong> Black and <strong>Indigenous</strong> experiences<br />

toge<strong>the</strong>r, and what we might extrapolate from Baldwin, is that to have your<br />

humanity invisible renders you inhuman to white people, and thus, <strong>the</strong>y can<br />

construct you in any way <strong>the</strong>y desire.<br />

Baldwin also challenged white Americans to think about what it means<br />

to be a Black person on this continent: “Negroes are Americans and <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

destiny is <strong>the</strong> country’s destiny.” In search for a respect and recognition<br />

from white Americans, Baldwin wrote, “They have no o<strong>the</strong>r experience on<br />

this continent and it is an experience which cannot be rejected, which yet<br />

remains embraced.” 65 For Baldwin, in order for any recognition <strong>of</strong> Black<br />

humanity to occur, white people had to understand that Black folks were<br />

<strong>the</strong>ir kin. I disagree with Baldwin. For one, <strong>the</strong>re are white allies who have<br />

recognized that <strong>the</strong> US was a fundamentally flawed project, including one<br />

<strong>of</strong> my favorite nineteenth-century abolitionists, John Brown, who attempted<br />

to take over Harpers Ferry in 1859, for which he was hanged. <strong>An</strong>d white<br />

women like Viola Liuzzo, who left her home in Detroit to travel to Selma,<br />

Alabama, to march for Black rights during <strong>the</strong> historic March in Selma on<br />

March 25, 1965. A mo<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> five and <strong>the</strong> wife <strong>of</strong> a union leader, she was<br />

murdered by <strong>the</strong> Ku Klux Klan that same night.

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