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- Chicago Defender, October 1, 1916
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- New York Age August 12, 1912
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- Chicago Defender October 5, 1912
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- New York Age August 15, 1912
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- New York Age August 8, 1912
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- Richmond Planet October 22, 1910
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- Chicago Defender October 30, 1920
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- Pittsburgh Courier July 2, 1929
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- Pittsburgh Courier January 22, 1927
Go It, Black Boy ( 1917)
A. Fay Jordan; Half-Century Magazine, July 1917
Go it, black boy, go it?
Oh, never hesitate;
You cannot be victorious
If you stand around and wait.
An Afro-American Peace Prayer (1915)
Hiram H. Holland [Chicago, Ill.]; New York Age, March 18, 1915
Almighty God, from depths of dungeon dark
And bare as blighted trees bereft of bark,
We hear, beyond the borders of the dawn,
The raging war cry of Thy mortal spawn.
Race Troubles in Dixie (1903)
E. G. Thomas [Baptist College, Atlanta, Ga.); Richmond Planet, March 28, 1903
Times is mi’ty rough in Dixie;
Satan’s in de very air.
Holt on life sorter risky,
Trouble’s broodin’ ev’rywhere. Continue reading
The Negro’s Challenge (1915)
Carrie Parker Taylor; Chicago Defender, September 25, 1915
You complain, my brother, my lily white brother, Of our poor race now and then, Yet you never have said what we should do To prove to you that we're men. Continue reading
E Pluribus Unum (1917)
Edna Perry Booth; Chicago Defender, August 4, 1917
I wonder if Abe Lincoln can look down from where he is,
And see the things that happen in this land that once was his;
I wonder if his heart aches; if the fears bedim his eyes;
If heaven is not quite perfect for him, beyond the skies. Continue reading
To America (1917)
James Weldon Johnson; Crisis, November 1917
How would you have us, as we are
Or sinking ‘neath the load we bear?
Our eyes fixed forward on a star
Or gazing empty at despair?
Rising or falling? Men or things?
With dragging pace or footsteps fleet?
Strong, willing sinews in your wings?
Or tightening chains about your feet?
