PORTRAIT OF AMERICAN POET LANGSTON HUGHES
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QUOTE FROM LANGSTON HUGHES
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AMERICAN AUTHOR ALICE WALKER
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QUOTE FROM REVEREND MARTIN LUTHER KING WHOM J > EDGAR HOOVER CALLED THE MOST DANGEROUS MAN IN AMERICA & STILL REVILED BY MANY CONSERVATIVE AMERICANS
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Anyway Americans are now celebrating their Holiest of Holidays Thanksgiving Day in which they thank their God for choosing America as the Promised Land & the Nation which is supposed to be God’s representative on Earth as it spreads Christianity & Capitalism to the rest of the Pagan & Apostate Nations of the World. .
Meanwhile the American people support the use of torture & disappearing those whom they dislike while supporting various dictators & authoritarian regimes from the Shaw’s Iran to Pinochet’s Chile & the use of brutal Death Squads & in the past supported the South African Apartheid regime & now supports the Israeli oppression of the Palestinian people & gave full hearted support to Saddam til they changed their minds .
So I came across a poem by Langston Hughes which was reprinted on the Infoermation Clearing House website & I added a second poem of by Langston Hughes which seems to reflect the reality of American history as opposed to the false & distorted view which many Americans like to cling to in desperation against all evidence to the contrary which sows it to be far from being a free & open & democratic society since its beginnings.
From Information Clearing House :
Let America Be America Again
By Langston Hughes
1902-1967
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."
The free?
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.
O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!
O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!
And:
here is a shorter poem by Langston Hughes which I thought would also be appropriate
from http://oldpoetry.com/
I, Too.
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—
I, too, am America.
BY LANGSTON HUGHES
Anyway that’s all for now ,
GORD.
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