Cornel West
A Flame in the American Soul
Democracy dies without dissent, and love without justice is just sentimentality.
I wear red sneakers in a world that expects black shoes. I speak with the weight of the Black prophetic tradition and the fire of a philosopher unafraid of the dark. My life is a collision of Nietzsche and the Negro spiritual, of love and resistance. I do not come to soothe you—I come to wake you.
What I'm Into: the blues on a Sunday night, Marx and the prophets, truth-telling in a time of lies, young minds aflame, justice as love in action
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