CNulan said...no argument from me DV, I just wanted you to spell it out for the record.
AFAIC, 1957-59 was the apogee of autonomous jes grew here in the belly of the beast. i.e., when the circulaton of the Pittsburgh Courier was at its national peak of ~300,000 readers.
Old Negro and Black Digests and Muhammad Speaks newspapers make me equally nostalgic for what might have been....,
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That's why I love the Fifties.
It almost seems like a fiction, like dreamtime because it no longer exists. Something evoked by A Rage in Harlem or Walter Mosley fiction - but the fact of the matter is that it DID exist.
One wonders why that world within a world lacked the mass to persist on its own? There is a Schuylerian conflict embedded in the heart of this period which gave rise to our parents and our elders. Strangely to many (some) of us this was not a world to which they clung, rather, it was a world from which they seemed hellbent to escape.
There's a paradox of sorts here too. I don't know that if given the opportunity to travel backwards in time knowing what I now know - but bearing the responsibilities of a 45 year old father and man - if I would be so quick to want to return to that era.
However, given the opportunity to return to the world I experienced in the late 60's through the 70's as myself from that period, knowing what I now know, I wouldn't hesitate. Nostalgia and objectivity in irreconcilable collision...,
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