Conquer Life's Challenges by Looking Inside Yourself | Cornel West | Big Think

And for me, anytime I get a chance to reflect on hope, it always begins with what the great Antonio Gramsci would call a "critical self-inventory." Because hope is, in fact, the kind of notion you could never really wrap your heart, and mind, and soul around. You have to give an account for the hope inside of you, so it's existential; it's very personal.

It may be groundless, but it can be soulful. Which is to say, "What keeps you going?" How do you account for the brief trek between mama's womb and tomb? What has gone into the shaping and molding, the situating and locating of yourself and soul in relation to others, knowing that the self is always connected, intimately shaped by others.

So I begin any talk about hope, let alone justice, with acknowledging that I am who I am because somebody loved me; somebody cared for me. Why do I begin? This is not sentimental; this is what I call revolutionary piety. Piety is acknowledging one's indebtedness to the sources of good in one's life. It's trying to account for the forces that have pushed one, the wind at one's back in whatever progress one has made in life.

And sometimes the progress is simply negative—not to commit suicide this morning. That's a breakthrough. And how do you do that? By acknowledging the ways in which the indebtedness that you have allows the afterlife of those who came before to be manifest in your life if the best of what they are is enacted and embodied in the best that you're attempting to be.

Now, in the academic context, a lot of people call that Emersonian perfectionism. It's a kind of reliance on a self that's forever rescinding. It's always non-conformist. It always cuts against the grain. It's always contrary. It's always acknowledging degrees. It is subverting the worst and preserving the best.

Now conservative and preservative are two very different things. I am committed profoundly to tradition, to preserve, not to conserve—to preserve the best, and it ends up being over, against a status quo. I come from a tradition of peoples, of family, who have been hated chronically and systematically for 400 years and yet still taught the world is so much about how to love.

I could just turn on John Coltrane's "Love Supreme" right now and sit down. That's it. "A love supreme. A love supreme." It goes back to the spirituals and the ring shout; it goes back to the blues, it goes back to Robert Johnson, it goes back to Ma Rainey and Bessie Smith, it goes back to Charlie Parker. You could feel that tradition through him.

And we're living in a Trump moment, which is a moment of spiritual blackout, which is the relative eclipse of integrity, honesty, decency. Across the board, it's not just him. You don't isolate him. You don't fetishize him as some individual; he represents the worst of the American empire, the worst of American culture—the atavism, the narcissism, the xenophobia, the white male mendacity and mediocrity that has a long history in the country, and now the chickens have come home to roost...