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Begin With Art, Because Art Tries To Take Us Outside Ourselves. It Is A Matter Of Trying To Create An Atmosphere And Context So Conversation Can Flow Back And Forth And We Can Be Influenced By Each Other.

Mr. Washington Apologizes For Injustice, He Belittles The Emasculating Effects Of Caste Distinctions, And Opposes The Higher Training And Ambitions Of Our Brighter Minds. The Way For People To Gain Their Reasonable Rights Is Not By Voluntarily Throwing Them Away.

Among Negroes Of My Generation There Was Not Only Little Direct Acquaintance Or Consciously Inherited Knowledge Of Africa, But Much Distaste And Recoil Because Of What The White World Taught Them About The Dark Continent. There Arose Resentment That A Group Like Ours, Born And Bred In The United States For Centuries, Should Be Regarded As Africans At All. They Were, As Most Of Them Began Gradually To Assert, Americans. My Father's Father Was Particularly Bitter About This. He Would Not Accept An Invitation To A 'negro' Picnic. He Would Not Segregate Himself In Any Way.

And Yet Not A Dream, But A Mighty Reality- A Glimpse Of The Higher Life, The Broader Possibilities Of Humanity, Which Is Granted To The Man Who, Amid The Rush And Roar Of Living, Pauses Four Short Years To Learn What Living Means

I Believe In Pride Of Race And Lineage And Self: In Pride Of Self So Deep As To Scorn Injustice To Other Selves; In Pride Of Lineage So Great As To Despise No Man's Father; In Pride Of Race So Chivalrous As Neither To Offer Bastardy To The Weak Nor Beg Wedlock Of The Strong, Knowing That Men May Be Brothers In Christ, Even Though They Be Not Brothers-in-law.