All Art Is Propaganda...i Do

We Must Complain. Yes, Plain, Blunt Complaint, Ceaseless Agitation, Unfailing Exposure Of Dishonesty And Wrong - This Is The Ancient, Unerring Way To Liberty And We Must Follow It.

One Ever Feels His Twoness - An American, A Negro; Two Souls, Two Thoughts, Two Unreconciled Strivings; Two Warring Ideals In One Dark Body, Whose Dogged Strength Alone Keeps It From Being Torn Asunder.

The Shadow Of A Mighty Negro Past Flits Through The Tale Of Ethiopia The Shadowy And Of The Egypt The Sphinx. Throughout History, The Powers Of Single Blacks Flash Here And There Like Falling Stars, And Die Sometimes Before The World Has Rightly Gauged Their Brightness.

Daily The Negro Is Coming More And More To Look Upon Law And Justice, Not As Protecting Safeguards, But As Sources Of Humiliation And Oppression. The Laws Are Made By Men Who Have Little Interest In Him; They Are Executed By Men Who Have Absolutely No Motive For Treating The Black People With Courtesy Or Consideration; And, Finally, The Accused Law-breaker Is Tried, Not By His Peers, But Too Often By Men Who Would Rather Punish Ten Innocent Negroes Than Let One Guilty One Escape.

To Stimulate Wildly Weak And Untrained Minds Is To Play With Mighty Fires.