By James A. Haught
Here’s an interesting literary footnote:
James Baldwin, arguably America’s greatest black writer, was a popular Pentecostal preacher in Harlem at age 14 — but at 17 he renounced religion as a sham.
Years later, he described his boyhood transformation in an essay titled Down at the Cross, first published in the New Yorker, then reprinted in his civil rights book, The Fire Next Time.
He told of growing up amid the bitter hopelessness of the black ghetto, watching jobless men drink and fight, resenting tyrannical treatment by his preacher stepfather, wishing for escape. The misery around him “helped to hurl me into the church,” he wrote.
One night at a prayer meeting, “everything came roaring, screaming, crying out, and I fell to the ground before the altar. It was the strangest sensation I have ever had in my life.” He soon became a junior minister at the Fireside Pentecostal Assembly, and became “a much bigger drawing card than my father.”
“That was the most frightening time of my life, and quite the most dishonest, and the resulting hysteria lent great passion to my sermons — for a while,” he said. Considering all the evils of Harlem street life, “it was my good luck — perhaps — that I found myself in the church racket instead of some other, and surrendered to a spiritual seduction long before I came to any carnal knowledge.”
He continued handing out gospel tracts, but knew they were “impossible to believe.”
“I was forced, reluctantly, to realize that the Bible itself had been written by men.” As for the claim that the Bible writers were divinely inspired, he said he “knew by now, alas, far more about divine inspiration than I dared admit, for I knew how I worked myself up into my own visions.”
Baldwin wrote that he might have remained in the church if “there was any loving-kindness to be found in the haven I represented.” But he finally concluded that “there was no love in the church. It was a mask for hatred and self-hatred and despair.” So his religion ended.
Years later, he visited Black Muslim leader Elijah Muhammad and concluded that Elijah’s “revelations” about Satan creating “white devils” were just as irrational as Christian beliefs. When Elijah asked his faith, Baldwin replied:
“I left the church 20 years ago and I haven’t joined anything since.”
“And what are you now?” Elijah asked.
“I? Now? Nothing,” the great writer replied.
Baldwin’s literary brilliance shines in this passage from Down At the Cross:
“Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, which is the only fact we have.”
(Haught is editor of West Virginia’s largest newspaper, The Charleston Gazette, and a senior editor of Free Inquiry. This article first appeared in Free Inquiry, Fall 2000.)