A photographer of author James Baldwin
I underwent, during the summer that I became fourteen, a prolonged religious crisis. I use “religious” in the common, and arbitrary, sense, meaning that I then discovered God, His saints and angels, and His blazing Hell. And since I had been born in a Christian nation, I accepted this Deity as the only one. I supposed Him to exist only within the walls of a church—in fact, of our church—
Source: The New Yorker 1962
My Comments:
I came to realize how important and great this man was/is as I got older. I will endeavor to read as much of his work as I possibly can.