Long, elegant, household plants fill the space, framed by and poking through cubed, open structures. There are scatterings of mini sculptures, some made from shea butter of which there is a lump at the end of the show that visitors are invited to moisturize themselves with, as well as black soap—both hugely symbolic materials for Johnson as healing products that can come to speak of Africa for those living in his childhood location of Chicago and further afield. The space feels safe, homely.
I was told before arriving that I would probably be a "sight" for the village; I took this to mean that people of my complexion were rarely seen in Switzerland, and also that city people are always something of a "sight" outside of the city.
It did not occur to me-possibly because I am an American-that there could be people anywhere who had never seen a Negro.
It is a fact that cannot be explained on the basis of the inaccessibility of the village. The village is very high, but it is only four hours from Milan and three hours from Lausanne. It is true that it is virtually unknown. Few people making plans for a holiday would elect to come here.
On the other hand, the villagers are able, presumably, to come and go as they please - which they do: In the village there is no movie house, no bank, no library, no theater; very few radios, one jeep, one station wagon; and at the moment, one typewriter, mine, an invention which the woman next door to me here had never seen.
There are about six hundred people living here, all Catholic- I conclude this from the fact that the Catholic church is open all year round, whereas the Protestant chapel, set off on a hill a little removed from the village, is open only in the summertime when the tourists arrive.
There are four or five hotels, all closed now, and four or five bistrosof which, however, only two do any business during the winter. There is something called the Ballet Haus, closed in the winter and used for God knows what, certainly not ballet, during the summer. There seems to be only one schoolhouse in the village, and this for the quite young children; I suppose this to mean that their older brothers and sisters at some point descend from these mountains in order to complete their education-possibly, again, to the town just below.
The landscape is absolutely forbidding, mountains towering on all four sides, ice and snow as far as the eye can reach.
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In this white wilderness, men and women and children move all day, carrying washing, wood, buckets of milk or water, sometimes skiing on Sunday afternoons. All week long boys and young men are to be seen shoveling snow off the rooftops, or dragging wood down from the forest in sleds.
A disquietingly high proportion of these tourists are cripples, or semi- cripples, who come year after year-from other parts of Switzerland, usually-to take the waters. This lends the village, at the height of the season, a rather terrifying air of sanctity, as though it were a lesser Lourdes.
That first summer I stayed two weeks and never intended to return. But I did return in the winter, to work; the village offers, obviously, no distractions whatever and has the further advantage of being extremely cheap.
Now it is winter again, a year later, and I am here again.
Everyone in the village knows my name, though they scarcely ever use it, knows that I come from America though, this, apparently, they will never really believe: But I remain as much a stranger today as I was the first day I arrived, and the children shout Neger!In , James Baldwin published the essay “Stranger in the Village” in Harper’s magazine in which he recounted the culture shock of life as a young African-American man in a small village in Switzerland.
The people he encountered were distinctly provincial to the point that . Stranger in the Village is an essay by the African-American novelist James Baldwin that was originally published in Harper ”s Magazine in and then included in his collection of essays Notes of a Native Son in The essay is an account of Baldwin's experiences in Leukerbad, Switzerland.
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Looking back from our present political James Baldwin, “Stranger In the Village,” Harper’s Magazine, (orientation reading for 5/17) 2. “Stranger in the Village” first appeared in Harper’s Magazine in , and then in the essay collection “Notes of a Native Son,” in It . () In his essay 'Stranger in the Village' (), many of James Baldwin?s innermost feelings are exposed to the reader.
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