In her letters to his closest confidants, James Baldwin wrestled with the concept of love, returning to it time and again without reaching a definitive conclusion. Drafts show him struggling to find the right words, crossing out lines and rewriting them in search of greater precision or clarity. One early draft from 1947 reads: “Love is a battle, love is a war,” only for that phrase to be replaced with “love is a growing up” in a later version. The record returns often to this idea of love as both a struggle and a process of maturation, but Baldwin never quite settles on the right formulation. Instead, he circles around it, approaching from different angles and perspectives. Another draft replaces the phrase “growing up” with “a kind of death,” suggesting a more ominous interpretation of love’s transformative power. Witnesses recalled Baldwin speaking often about his own difficulty in understanding love, and his letters reflect this ongoing search for meaning. The record returns again and again to this theme, without ever offering a clear resolution or answer.
In a draft dated March 12, 1963, James Baldwin wrote, “In every human being, there is a dispute, a war.” This line appears early in the draft, assertive and direct, only to be crossed out heavily, the pen strokes obliterating the certainty of the claim. Later versions of this text omit it entirely, leaving the question unasked, the battlefield vacant. The phrase “there is a dispute” lingers elsewhere in Baldwin’s work, echoing like a half-remembered dream, yet never quite settling into place. In one letter to his friend and confidante, the line reads, “In every human heart, there might be—,” the sentence trailing off unfinished, the dispute left unspoken. The phrase recurs in Baldwin’s drafts, each time slightly altered, as if searching for the right words, the correct formulation, yet never quite finding it. In one version, it becomes “In every human life, there could be,” in another, “Perhaps, within us all, a war is waged.” The dispute remains elusive, unresolved, a question that haunts Baldwin’s work without ever being fully answered.
In his letters and draft revisions, James Baldwin returns again and again to the concept of love. The word “love” itself appears numerous times throughout his writing life, but its meaning remains elusive, shifting subtly from one context to another.
In another letter, he uses the phrase “the necessity of love” twice within the span of a few sentences, as if to emphasize its importance. Yet in his drafts, this same phrase is crossed out and replaced with “the urgency of love,” perhaps indicating a growing sense of urgency about the role of love in human life.
Baldwin’s use of punctuation also reveals his struggle to articulate the concept of love. In one draft, he writes, “Love? In another draft, he simply writes, “Love,” as if the word itself is enough, yet this simplicity belies the complexity of his thought on the subject.
Despite these variations in phrasing and punctuation, one consistent element emerges: Baldwin’s insistence that love is a vital force in human life. Whether expressed with certainty or doubt, urgency or necessity, his letters and draft revisions reveal an ongoing exploration of this concept without ever reaching a definitive conclusion.
In his letters to various correspondents, James Baldwin returned often to the notion of love as “a state of being.” He wrote that one must “achieve” this state in order to truly see another person, and he described it variously as a process of “emptying oneself,” “opening up,” and “becoming vulnerable.” In one letter, Baldwin stated that “love is the only key to life,” while in another he mused on the idea that love was “the ultimate risk” because it required one to face both themselves and others with complete honesty. Drafts of Baldwin’s essays show him wrestling with this concept as well; in one version, he wrote that love was a “revolutionary force,” while another draft described it as a “radical act.” Despite the many ways in which Baldwin approached this theme, he never arrived at a definitive conclusion about its meaning or significance. Instead, his words suggest an ongoing exploration of what it means to truly love and be loved in return.
In one draft, James Baldwin wrote of love as “the bridge, or the tunnel,” only to cross out “or the tunnel” in the next version, leaving love suspended solely on a bridge. This image of love as connection recurs across his letters and draft revisions, each time framed differently, yet never quite reaching resolution. In another letter, Baldwin describes love not as a bridge but as “the only concern, the great endeavor,” underscoring its importance without confining it to any particular form or function. The phrase “great endeavor” appears again in his drafts, this time with an added qualifier: “a lifelong endeavor.” Here, love is not just significant but enduring, a pursuit that spans the entirety of one’s existence. Yet, Baldwin does not stop at defining love as a lifelong endeavor; he also explores its fragility and impermanence. In a different draft, he writes, “Love can be destroyed,” hinting at its vulnerability to external forces or internal doubts. This assertion stands in stark contrast to the earlier portrayals of love as a solid bridge or an enduring endeavor, highlighting Baldwin’s complex and evolving understanding of this universal emotion.
In James Baldwin’s draft revisions, the word “freedom” appears again and again, each iteration shifting its context ever so slightly. The recurrence of this theme is striking, as if Baldwin were attempting to excavate the very essence of the term through his writing. In one early version, he writes, “Freedom is a constant struggle,” only to cross out “struggle” and replace it with “process.” This change transforms the sentence from a statement of adversity into an ongoing journey, suggesting that Baldwin saw freedom not as a destination, but as a continuous path. The phrase recurs yet again in a later draft, this time reading, “Freedom is not something that anybody can be given; freedom is something people take and people are as free as they want to be.” This version emphasizes the individual’s agency in determining their own liberty, suggesting that freedom is a matter of personal will rather than external circumstances.
In one draft of his essay “The Creative Process,” James Baldwin wrote the following line: “Perhaps the primary distinction of the artist is that he must actively cultivate that state which most men, necessarily, must avoid; the state of being alone.” However, this sentence did not appear in the final published version. Instead, Baldwin chose to revise it, altering its emphasis and direction. The phrase “the state of being alone” remained central to his thinking, but he rephrased it several times across different drafts. In one version, he wrote: “The primary distinction of the artist is that he must not only bear the responsibility for his singular presence in the world, but he must willingly embrace this solitude.” Yet even this formulation did not satisfy him; Baldwin continued to revise and refine his thoughts on artistic isolation. In another draft, he wrote: “The artist’s first task is to face, alone, what most men spend their lives evading.” This sentence, too, was eventually discarded in favor of other phrasings.
In her letters, James Baldwin often returned to the concept of freedom, yet each time he approached it differently. “Freedom is not something that anybody can be given; freedom is something people take and people are as free as they want to be,” he wrote in one letter. Another version of this thought surfaced in a later correspondence: “One is not powerless if one recognizes that everything worth having must be paid for.” Baldwin did not settle on a single definition, but rather explored the multifaceted nature of freedom through his letters. He wrestled with the idea in drafts as well, where revisions and omissions hinted at an ongoing struggle to articulate its essence. In one draft, he wrote, “Freedom is…” only to cross out the sentence entirely. In another, he replaced a lengthy paragraph on freedom with a single line: “The price of freedom is constant vigilance.” The phrase recurred in various forms throughout his work, appearing again in a letter as, “One cannot be free if one forgets what it means to be free,” and yet again in a draft as, “There can be no freedom without responsibility.” Baldwin’s persistence in revisiting this concept, each time from a slightly different angle, demonstrated not only his commitment to understanding freedom but also the complexity of the idea itself.
In one of James Baldwin’s draft revisions, the phrase “the weight of the question” appears repeatedly. The words themselves bear an unmistakable heaviness, each syllable laden with a sense of burden and responsibility. As it stands in earlier versions, the line is followed by a pause, represented on paper as a dash or ellipsis, implying that the thought remains unfinished. In another version, Baldwin revises this phrase to read “the weight of the question pressing upon us,” amplifying the sense of urgency and shared responsibility. Yet, despite these variations, Baldwin never quite resolves the sentence, leaving it suspended in a state of perpetual contemplation. The phrase recurs across his letters and drafts, often appearing near descriptions of racial inequality or moments of personal reflection. Each iteration carries with it the same unresolved tension, as if Baldwin himself were grappling with the enormity of the question at hand. In this way, Baldwin’s writing serves not just as a means of expression but also as a site for ongoing inquiry and self-examination.