In Berlin I Especially Enjoyed The Orchestral

The Battle Was First Waged Over The Right Of The Negro To Be Classed As A Human Being With A Soul; Later, As To Whether He Had Sufficient Intellect To Master Even The Rudiments Of Learning; And Today It Is Being Fought Out Over His Social Recognition.

I Found Cause To Wonder Upon What Ground The English Accuse Americans Of Corrupting The Language By Introducing Slang Words. I Think I Heard More And More Different Kinds Of Slang During My Few Weeks' Stay In London Than In My Whole "tenderloin" Life In New York. But I Suppose The English Feel That The Language Is Theirs, And That They May Do With It As They Please Without At The Same Time Allowing That Privilege To Others.

I Am A Thing Not New, I Am As Old As Human Nature. I Am That Which Lurks, Ready To Spring Whenever A Bar Is Loosed; The Ancient Trait Which Fights Incessantly Against Restraint, Balks At The Upward Climb; The Weight Forever Seeking To Obey The Law Of Downward Pull; And I Am More: The Bitter Fruit Am I Of Planted Seed; The Resultant, The Inevitable End Of Evil Forces And The Powers Of Wrong.

This Country Can Have No More Democracy Than It Accords And Guarantees To The Humblest And Weakest Citizen.

It’s No Disgrace To Be Black, But It’s Often Very Inconvenient.