Meeting the Man: James Baldwin in Paris

The observer always ends up participating in the phenomenon observed, and Baldwin uses this, in more ways than one, to prove his point that the sheer fact and terms of the Black struggle are inconceivable to the white man.

Lots of this film is howlingly funny, certainly not the intention of Terence Dixon, the clueless-beyond-clueless white British director.

That discord turns the half-hour film into a revealing tug-of-war between the two of them, with Baldwin at a peak of exasperation over yet again being expected to play by the rules of a white society’s representative...

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