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The literary works_of_langston_hughes[1]


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The literary works_of_langston_hughes[1]

  1. 1. FIGHTING RACISM WITH WORDS.James Mercer Langston Hughes was one of the earliest innovators of the new literacy art form jazzpoetry.
  2. 2. The Harlem Renaissance Era was an era that was known as the Negro Movement.The Harlem Renaissance was successful in that it brought the Black experience clearly within the corpus of American cultural history. Not only through an explosion of culture, but on a sociological level, the legacy of the Harlem Renaissance is that it redefined how America, and the world, viewed the African-American population. The migration of southern Blacks to the north changed the image of the African-American from rural, undereducated peasants to one of urban, cosmopolitan sophistication. This new identity led to a greater social consciousness, and African-Americans became players on the world stage, expanding intellectual and social contacts internationally.The progress—both symbolic and real—during this period, became a point of reference from which the African-American community gained a spirit of self-determination that provided a growing sense of both Black urbanity and Black militancy as well as a foundation for the community to build upon for the Civil Rights struggles in the 1950s and 1960s.The urban setting of rapidly developing Harlem provided a venue for African-Americans of all backgrounds to appreciate the variety of Black life and culture. Through this expression, the Harlem Renaissance encouraged the new appreciation of folk roots and culture. For instance, folk materials and spirituals provided a rich source for the artistic and intellectual imagination and it freed the Blacks from the establishment of past condition. Through sharing in these cultural experiences, a consciousness sprung forth in the form of a united racial identity.
  3. 3. In a number of Hughes Poems he addresses the fate of being African American. I can not say it was only relevant during that time because I believe it holds just as much relevance then as it does now. Racism hasn’t changed it’s only died and been born again on new faces in new generations and families.The poem by Langston Hughes “Let America be America Again” I wonder when was America ever ours………
  4. 4. Let America Be America Again by Langston HughesLet America be America again.Let it be the dream it used to be.Let it be the pioneer on the plainSeeking 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 loveWhere never kings connive nor tyrants schemeThat any man be crushed by one above.(It never was America to me.)
  5. 5. O, let my land be a land where LibertyIs crowned with no false patriotic wreath,But opportunity is real, and life is free,Equality is in the air we breathe.(Theres never been equality for me,Nor freedom in this "homeland of thefree.")Say, who are you that mumbles in thedark?And who are you that draws your veilacross the stars?I am the poor white, fooled and pushedapart,I am the Negro bearing slaverys scars.
  6. 6. I am the red man driven from the land,I am the immigrant clutching the hope Iseek--And finding only the same old stupid planOf dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.I am the young man, full of strength andhope,Tangled in that ancient endless chainOf profit, power, gain, of grab the land!Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways ofsatisfying need!Of work the men! Of take the pay!Of owning everything for ones own greed!
  7. 7. 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 theyears.Yet Im the one who dreamt our basicdreamIn 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 singsIn every brick and stone, in every furrowturnedThats made America the land it hasbecome.O, Im the man who sailed those early seas
  8. 8. In search of what I meant to be my home--For Im the one who left dark Irelandsshore,And Polands plain, and Englands grassylea,And torn from Black Africas strand I cameTo build a "homeland of the free."The free?Who said the free? Not me?Surely not me? The millions on relieftoday?The millions shot down when we strike?The millions who have nothing for our pay?For all the dreams weve dreamedAnd all the songs weve sungAnd all the hopes weve heldAnd all the flags weve hung,The millions who have nothing for our pay--Except the dream thats almost dead today.
  9. 9. O, let America be America again--The land that never has been yet--And yet must be--the land where everyman is free.The land thats mine--the poor mans,Indians, Negros, ME--Who made America,Whose sweat and blood, whose faith andpain,Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow inthe 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 thepeoples 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!
  10. 10. Out of the rack and ruin of our gangsterdeath,The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, andlies,We, the people, must redeemThe land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.The mountains and the endless plain--All, all the stretch of these great greenstates--And make America again!
  11. 11. DREAMS BY LANGSTON HUGHES Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That can not fly Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with Snow
  12. 12. CROSS BY LANGSTON HUGHESMy old man’s a white old manAnd my old mother’s black.If I ever cursed my white old manI take my curses back.If ever I cursed my black old motherAnd wished she were in hell,I’m sorry for that evil wishAnd now I wish her wellMy old man died in a fine big houseMy ma died in a shackI wonder were I’m going to die,Being neither white nor black?