Ref. L. C. Moore; Washington Bee, September 25, 1909
Omnipotent God who crowned our day,
With grateful hearts to Thee we pray;
Under cloud and sunshine led by Thee
Peace and Justice we long to see.
Ref. L. C. Moore; Washington Bee, September 25, 1909
Omnipotent God who crowned our day,
With grateful hearts to Thee we pray;
Under cloud and sunshine led by Thee
Peace and Justice we long to see.
The Deacon [E.C. Jennings]; California Eagle, October 11, 1929
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Why spend any money
Sending missionaries abroad
To teach the happy heathen
How to serve our Lord.
With a Bible in one hand
And a sword in the other
We rob him of his birth-right
And then call him brother.
Clara M. Marcelle Bramlette (Chicago); Chicago Defender, September 22, 1917
Uncle Sam is calling us to fight. See[?] "Our gallant boys" are rallying, one and all: Even though they're often CHEATED of their right-- They are willing to obey their country's call!
R. P. Player; Chicago Defender, September 22, 1917
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I see ten thousand restless souls
Give up their daily toil;
I hear ten million voices speak
As if in great turmoil.
The nation’s asking why this stir,
And why this host’s all fired;
The answer comes from far and near,
The Negro’s getting tired.
Edna Perry Booth (Brooklyn, NY); Chicago Defender, February 2, 1918
“They have taken my boy a prisoner;
My boy, who is all my pride.
Who when only a little shaver,
Stood close at my knee and cried
Because he had found in the meadow,
Near the edge of the bubbling spring,
A bird, with its breast all crimsoned,
And a pitiful broken wing.
Alexander W. Curtis Jr. (Chicago); Indianapolis Freeman, March 9, 1901
In that dreadful, cursed Sunflower State,
A Negro met an undeserving fate,
By the hands of a cowardly, cut-throat band,
Who desires to exterminate the Negroes in this land.
Anonymous; New York Amsterdam News, May 1, 1929
“I slept. I dreamed, I seemed to climb a hard, ascending track.
And just behind me labored one whose face was black.
I pitied him, but hour by hour he gained upon my path.
He stood beside me, stood upright, and then I turned in wrath.
‘Go back,’ I cried, ‘what right have you to stand beside me here?’
I paused, struck dumb with fear, for lo! the black man was not there–
But Christ stood in his place!
And oh! the pain, the pain, the pain that looked from that dear face.”
Josie D. Heard; Colored American Magazine, April 1907:
“There’s a Samson lying, sleeping in the land,
He shall soon awake and with avenging hand,
In an all unlooked for hour,
He will rise in mighty power;
What dastard can his righteous rage withstand?
Townsend Allen; Colored American Magazine, August 1903:
Ay, black was the man, and black was the deed,
But blacker by far was the lawless creed
Of those lawless men with their faces white
Who avenged the deed in the dead of night!
Claude McKay (in Associate Negro Press story about Charles Chaplin, who writes, “Reading a few of his gems, my annoyances seem puny and almost childish”); Philadelphia Tribune, November 12, 1921
His spirit in smoke ascended to high Heaven.
His Father by the cruelest way of pain,
Had bidden him to His bosom once again;
The awful sin remained still unforgiven.