Night—grand and wonderful. I am glad I am living. I rejoice as a strong man to win a race, and I am strong—is it egotism—is it assurance—or is it the silent call of the world spirit that makes me feel that I am royal and that beneath my sceptre a world of kings shall bow. The hot dark blood of a black forefather is beating at my heart, and I know that I am either a genius or a fool. O I wonder what I am— I wonder what the world is— I wonder if life is worth the Sturm. I do not know: be the Truth what it may I will seek it on the pure assumption that it is worth seeking— and Heaven nor Hell, God nor Devil shall turn me from my purpose till I die. I will in this second quarter century of my life, enter the dark forest of the unknown world for which I have so many years served my apprenticeship— in the chart and compass which the world furnishes me I have little faith—yet I have nothing better— I will seek till I find— and die. There is a grandeur in the very hopelessness of such a life- Life? And is life all? If I strive, shall I live to strive again? I do not know and in spite of the wild Sehnsucht (yearning) for Eternity that makes my heart sick now and then— I shut my teeth and say I do not care. Carpe Diem! (Seize the day!— that is, enjoy the present.) What is life but life, after all? Its end is its greatest and fullest self— this end is the Good: the Beautiful is its attribute— its soul, and Truth is its being. Not three commensurable things are these, they are three dimensions of the cube. Mayhap God is the fourth, but for that very reason he will be incomprehensible. The greatest and fullest life is by definition beautiful, beautiful— beautiful as a dark passionate woman, beautiful as a golden-hearted school girl, beautiful as a grey haired hero. That is the dimension of breadth. Then comes Truth— what is, cold and indisputable. What is height. Now I will, so help my soul multiply breadth by height, beauty by truth and then goodness, strength shall bind them together into a solid whole. Wherefore? I know not now. Perhaps infinite other dimensions do. This is a wretched figure and yet it roughly represents my attitude toward the world. I am striving to make my life all that life may be— and I am limiting that strife only in so far as that strife is incompatible with others of my brothers and sisters making their lives similar. The crucial question now is where that limit comes. I am too often puzzled to know. Paul put it as a meat-eating, which was asinine. I have put it as the (perhaps) life-ruin of Amalie which is cruel. God knows I am sorely puzzled. I am firmly convinced that my own best development is not one and the same with the best development of the world and here I am willing to sacrifice. That sacrifice to the world’s good becomes too soon sickly sentimentality. I therefore take the world that the Unknown lay in my hands and work for the rise of the Negro people, taking for granted that their best development means the best development of the world…
Question: Is it important for you to be teaching film at an HBCU?
Gerima: Where else would I go, my brother? There’s no place else I would be. I would go completely mad or become irrelevant if I were to go to a white school, because I can’t let go of race. It’s my daily reality. In fact, more than the political, I think that cultural racism is the center of our twenty-first century struggle. And so, yes I do travel to schools; I lecture white students. I’m a novelty in many of those universities. But if I insist on staying and working in those universities every day, I will be stoned to death. I feel more at home at an HBCU. The students are precious, and I still have a lot of work to do there.
Robert Mangaliso Sobukwe. It is meet that we tell the truth before we die. Asé #tbt
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