The N-word appears sparingly in James, Percival Everett’s 2024 novel that reinvents the escaped slave narrative while it recycles Mark Twain’s The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, a classic set in the antebellum American South where Black men and Black women, both free and enslaved, were lashed with the word “nigger.” Make no mistake about it, the word “nigger” hurt. The words, “darkies” and “Negro,” also show up in a text that aims to cast the enslaved Black man in a heroic light. “Colored” – as in the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People— isn’t used in the text. Nor is the phrase “Black folk,” which W. E. B. Bu Bois popularized.
The phrase “the N-word” was popularized in the 1990s as an alternative to the word, “nigger.” The power of the N-word has depended on the identity of the person using it and on the context in which it is used. I remember that in the locker room at Huntington High School in the 1950s, Black athletes called one another “nigger.” None of the white athletes did. We knew it was wrong.
A Black person using the N-word might have had more latitude and legitimacy than a white person using the same word, though to foes of racism, the identity of the speaker didn’t matter nor did the context. For abolitionists, old and new, and in the 1850s as well as the 1960s, the N-word was always unacceptable, and objectionable.
In 2021, a Black man employed at Dunkin Donuts in Tampa, Florida, punched a white customer who had repeatedly used the N-word. The Black employee pled guilty to felony battery and was sentenced to two years of house arrest. A spokesman for the state attorney explained that “the white customer at Dunkin Donuts used possibly the most aggressive and offensive term in the English language.” Possibly?
“The N-word is what’s known as “a fighting word”— a word like “kike” or “spic” that can provoke a physical confrontation and lead to violence. In American English, there’s no term more aggressive and more offensive than the term “nigger.” It has come down to us through the ages freighted with the history of slavery and its bloody legacy.
I remember that my friend, Eric Foner said in 1952, when he was 9 and I was 10, “I’ll punch anyone in the mouth who says the word nigger.” Foner was raised in an anti-racist home. Work by the African American artist Charles White hung on the walls.
Diner table conversations explored the civil rights movement, MLK, Malcolm X and Rosa Parks, a major player in the Montgomery, Alabama bus boycott who observed “The bus was among the first ways I realized there was a black world and a white world.” Like the bus, the N-word provides a key to unlock the prison house of racism that has chained Blacks and straight-jacketed whites.
In James, white men wear blackface, pretend to be Black men and in a traveling minstrel show entertain white audiences. James is recruited by the minstrels; he becomes a black man pretending to be a white man playing a Black man. As Everett shows, chattel slavery spawned absurdities as well as cruelties.
Mark Twain uses the N-word more than 200 times in Huck Finn. That might seem excessive; censorious librarians and some communities have thought so, and have removed Huck Finn from shelves. It’s one of the most frequently censored books in the U.S.
Twain’s 1884 novel has also influenced generations of American writers, perhaps never more so than right now, with the publication of James, an homage to Huck Finn. Hemingway surely exaggerated when he wrote in 1935 that, “All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn.” He added, “It’s the best book we’ve had.” Percival probably wouldn’t agree with Hemingway. I don’t agree, either. In the acknowledgements to James, Percival, who is African American, pays his respects to Twain’s “humor and humanity. ” He had both in great abundance and used humor and humanity to skewer and satirize.
Nearly 150 years ago, when Twain used the N-word in Huck Finn he struck a nerve that’s still vibrating.H. L. Mencken didn’t include it in his comprehensive story of the American language, but he did include the phrase “Nigger in a wood pile” which was used by Democrats in the 1850s to belittle Republican Party efforts to abolish slavery.
A cartoon from that era depicts a Black man in a cage made of rails, probably because Lincoln was once a rail splitter. Two white men stand above the incarcerated Black man. One of them says to the other, “You can’t pull the wool over my eyes, for I can see ‘the Nigger’ peeping through the rails.”
Using the word “nigger” 200 times probably didn’t strike Twain as excessive. After all, he grew up as a happy white boy in a time of slavery, when the N-word was nearly as harsh a weapon as the whip, the chain and the rope. A rope left in a tree after a lynching, served as a warning, James observes,, to everyone with a black skin.
The N-word helped enforce the ironclad rules of race, class and caste. In the eyes of prosperous white people, Percival’s main character explains, “a very poor white person” is “something worse” than a Black man. A disgrace to the white race.
Everett moderates his use of the N-word. He also makes James, not Huck, the main character, and he turns Jim into James, an eloquent writer, a deep thinker and an impassioned Black rebel reminiscent of Nat Turner who led an insurrection against slavery in 1832. James calls himself “the angel of death, come to offer sweet justice in the night.” Earlier, he says, “I hated the world that wouldn’t let me apply justice without the certain retaliation of injustice.”
In the course of his adventures on and around the muddy Mississippi, James breaks through what W. E. B. Du Bois called “the color line,” which, he explained, in The Souls of Black Folk was “the problem of the twentieth century…the relation of the darker to the lighter races of men in Asia and Africa, in America and the islands of the sea.”
At one point, James seems like an ancestor of Emmett Till, the Chicago-born Black teenager who was lynched for whistling at a white woman in Mississippi in 1955. At the age of 13, James explains, he “made the misstep of speaking to a young white woman who said hello.”A slip of the tongue almost makes him a corpse.
Mostly, James knows how to play dumb and how to speak the way a slave is supposed to speak to whites, deferentially. But sometimes he liberates himself from the tyranny of Black dialect and reveals his true colors.
In James, Everett makes space for James to regain the humanity that is sometimes denied him in Twain’s novel, especially when Tom Sawyer is on the scene. Huck Finn glorifies the Mississippi River, unmasks the scoundrels on its shores and honors a friendship that cuts across the color line.
Published after the end of Reconstruction, when Blacks voted and held public office, Huck Finn calls for equality between Blacks and whites, and for an end to the kind of cruel shenanigans that Tom Sawyer plays on Jim. Everett’s story takes place just before the outbreak of the American Civil War and during the war itself, which heightens the tensions of the novel. Twain’s novel takes place in the 1840s.
In James, which is broken into short, compact chapters, with short sentences and very few big words, the reader sees, hears and feels the world through the eyes, ears and skin of a literate, adult Black man who crafts his own story as an escaped enslaved African American.
“I am a man who has a family, who loves a family, who has been torn from his family, a man who can read and write, a man who will not let his story be self-related, but self written,” he asserts. James adds “with my pencil I write myself into being.” He also picks up a gun and uses it to settle scores and liberate the enslaved.
Some of the books that could be featured in a study of American English and that would focus on the N-word include Carl Van Vecthen’s Nigger Heaven (1926), a novel about the Harlem Renaissance. It could also include H. Brown’s Die Nigger Die, published near the height of the Black Power movement. Brown, now known as Jamil Abdullah al–Amin, meant to salvage and reinvent the N-word, He was a “nigger” in much the same way that some feminists were “witches” and “bitches” and that homosexuals and lesbians were “queer.”
Black Panther Party member, Don Cox, titled his autobiography Just Another Nigger. His publisher, Heyday, changed the title to Making Revolution: My Life in the Black Panther Party after Black bookstore owners said that they would not carry or sell the book under its original title.
A linguistic history of the N-word might conclude with President Barack Obama’s remark in a 2015 podcast that slavery “still casts a long shadow” on American life. Obama added “And it’s not just a matter of it not being polite to say nigger in public. That’s not the measure of whether racism still exists or not.”
Marc Morial, the president of the National Urban League, condemned the president’s use of the term. “It ought to be retired from the English language,” he said. “Put it right next to the flag, in a linguistic museum. It belongs with the flag. It belongs with the hood.” I assume he means the white hood worn by members of the KKK.
Harvard Professor, Randall Kennedy, the author of Nigger: The Strange Career of a Troublesome Word (2002), would likely have cheered Obama when he aired his views on the N-word. Like comedian, Lenny Bruce, Professor Kennedy believed tbat the word “nigger” would lose its sting if it was used again and again openly, and thereby detoxified.
Black rappers and hip hop artists brought back the N-word big time, though they sometimes spelled it “Nigga.” One of Tupac Shakur’s best known albums is titled “Strictly 4 My N.I. G. G. A. Z.” The son of Black Panther, Afeni Shakur, Tupac explained that “Niggers was the ones on the rope, hanging off the thing; niggas is the ones with gold ropes, hanging out at clubs.” Percival Everett might echo him. So would H. Rap Brown.
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discrimination at 2024 Boonville Fair & Apple Show
this week my older daughter was called “nigger” in the hallway, at school. She did not want to say anything. When she did confide in me, the student responsible was subsequently kicked off of a sports team. This happens to her, all the time.
On Sunday I took off work to take the kids to the Boonville Fair, my primary reason being to get out of town! We arrived early, because I let my teenager do the planning and she thought that the Sheep Dog Trials started at 08:00.
When we arrived and saw the streets empty, we went for a walk down mainstreet. The children needed to use the restroom (my youngest is 6yo), so after our walk we approached the guards at the stadium entrance. They allowed us through to the bathroom building, where there were other ladies getting ready for work.
The events that followed were unbelievably rude and disheartening, when we came back out to the parking lot a few minutes later.
There was a man and a woman coming through the gate to attend church service. The guard (there was just the one guard, now) let them pass. He did not seem to know about the service but they told him it was on a flyer that it was on the fairgrounds. By this time it’s ~08:30
As they rush in to find the service, I say to the guard “oh, that’s lovely! We do not have a synagogue in Willits but I enjoy a good sermon!” and I call out to the kids, “They’re holding church service before the fair. Let’s all go!” The children, on their way to the car, turn around and start walking back towards me.
Guard “Lady, I don’t know what you’re on but if you think I’m going to let you go to the service, whew nawh you’re really one one. You gonna have to take that up with The Lord because we don’t play that where I’m from. I’m from East oakland. That’s between you and God.”
Me: “What on earth did you just say to me? (or excuse me, idk) Oh! I see, it must be a private service.”
Guard: (getting louder) “You came here for the fair. I am not letting you in to go to church. You came here for the fair!”
At this point I figure he’s worried about the five of us taking off inside the fair grounds and ask him if there is someone who would escort us. Here it gets even weirder as he starts gaslighting and saying he never said that I was “on one”, etc. (ranting, now)
Guard repeats, loudly, “Lady…I don’t know what you are on but you came for the fair and you cannot go to the church service.” and he dares the children to “start recording”.
At this point, I tell him that I am going to go find an administrator and turn to leave. He begins to yell and repeats,
“you country folk think……(something or other/i dont remember). We don’t play that! Call bigfoot. I don’t care. I don’t play that…….etc” as we get further away it turns into loud, mocking laughter but then a woman comes out of the gate and calls out.
I go back and she tells me the fair is closed but the admin building is open and the church service is over and that she’ll meet us over there. So, the children and I walk back over the admin building and are met by Jill, “How can I help you?”
Me: “We just had a most awful interaction with the security at the far gate and I’de like to lodge a formal complaint. Is there someplace we can speak in private, away from the children?”
She says no and why don’t I just tell her what happened. So, I quickly run through what the guard was saying to the children and I, as best I can – to which she replies, “there, do you feel better now?” and tells me the service is right next door. To make matters worse, a guard enters and wants me to repeat what happened. I run through it, again and he says to me, in front of the children, “You are a liar.”
Me: “What!?! What do you mean by that? Did you have a question?”
Guard: “You are a liar and I’ll pray for you.”
and he leaves and the woman, Jill says she’s busy and doesn’t have time for this. I tell her I’m not here because of hurt feelings and that I mean to make a formal complaint. She asks me “What do you want?”
I say, “some form of recognition and recompense. An apology? Something for the children to make them feel recognized. Wristbands?”
She then says that she’s not giving me anything and that she has other things to attend to. I ask her name and who is the administrator. She gives me an incorrect email, for yourself.
So, we leave……………………………………………………………………………………..
The children no longer want to go to service – which was probably over by then. They want to go home. I take them across the road to the thrift store and then to the market. Eventually, we go back in to watch the end of the sheep dog trials. After the (short) parade, Jill does not want to allow me back into the fairgrounds and calls an officer to dispute my entry. I tell her that I really do not appreciate the harassment. She smiles, tilts her head and shrugs. The security guard vouches for my stamp. The police officer does not engage.
I had four children with me when I was harassed and discriminated against. One of them is only 6 years old and particularly fragile, to the point where I think her therapist needs to be made aware of the incident. My teenager was hoping for a break from all the hatred. Her friends came along to celebrate a birthday (one of the girls’ birthdays is today) -her father is a navel SEAL and a sheriff deputy. The treatment I received, in front of them, is injurious to them. There is no excuse for any of it, really. I am entrusted with their care and it is my responsibility to stand up for them.
It’s been well over a decade I’ve been driving over to the Boonville fair. I’ve sold a couple of horses there and enjoy seeing friends, clients and neighbors every year. We are members of WHA, where I serve on the board. We sometimes buy hundreds of dollars worth of entries and wristbands for the WJHA. Yesterday, my group spent ~$500. My highschooler is ranked 1st in her class. She is an accomplished rider and is already receiving scholarships for wrestling in college. I’de appreciate if you would also forward to pastor Kooyers.
Will any of the kids want to go back?
The children and their parents, including myself, deserve a formal apology. What they experienced is disorienting, to say the least. It goes against every hope and dream of a country fair. I am more than disappointed in the administrators’ handling of a highly inappropriate, frankly inexcusable incident of discrimination -where insult was just added on top of injury.
Thank you for your consideration in this matter
Our society is going backwards when it comes to this issue…
The traffic sign that was altered to make it appear the Valley is a “sundown” territory made that plain as day. The interactions I’ve had since moving here in 2009 have demonstrated this to me as well. (And no, not just with Harold at the storage place.) Last May my tires were slashed by a group that I had politely held a door open for in Boonville. They didn’t say thanks, just looked me up and down.. The youngest sneered and shook his head. (They weren’t satisfied with just one tire, they had to do two, and there’s no AAA in Valley. ) It’s actually worse in the ‘real America.’ Me and my family were harassed in both Michigan and Colorado by rabid Trumpers (not that Democrats are any better). In the latter case, they eventually walked off screaming “We’re going to get rid of everyone who doesn’t belong here!” meaning, of course, me and my family.
That’s why I don’t go to ‘real America’ any more. Considered leaving for another country, but it turns out we’re – ironically – the least racist country on Earth, and besides, I’m too old to make the move now. I suppose I’ll get a couple of shots off when the real race war that so many are itching for finally arrives, but that’s about it.
Many years ago I found myself hanging out with O’shea Jackson and some of his crew.***. At one point in the conversation, the topic of who has an “n-word pass” came up, and someone suggested that I should be granted such a pass.
“You made millions selling that word to white kids, not to me. I don’t need a pass – I don’t say it.” I kinda blurted it out without thinking. There was a moment when I thought I was about to die, but then O’shea laughed and that was that.
O’shea Jackson is more popularly known as Ice Cube.
***Yes, I’ve had a weird life
Good story, Mr Raskin, your other one about where you live now was a good one as well, good reading…
Speaking of using the “n word”, which should be a mirror, not an insult, i recently read THE SELLOUT, by Paul Beatty, copywrite 2015 which won the Man Booker Prize and the word is used hundreds of times, but not until page 12. i don’t know if this book is primarily social commentary or comedy, but i learned a lot from it. Mr. Beatty is “brownish” (the word i use).