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As Negro Voting Increased, Congress Got An Improved Sense Of Hearing.

Why Did God Make Me An Outcast And A Stranger In Mine Own House? The Shades Of The Prison-house Closed Round About Us All: Walls Strait And Stubborn To The Whitest, But Relentlessly Narrow, Tall, And Unscalable To Sons Of Night Who Must Plod Darkly On In Resignation, Or Beat Unavailing Palms Against The Stone, Or Steadily, Half Hopelessly, Watch The Streak Of Blue Above.

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.

All Art Is Propaganda...i Do Not Care A Damn, For Any Art That Is Not Used For Propaganda.

Lord Of The Springtime, Father Of Flower, Field And Fruit, Smile On Us In These Earnest Days When The Work Is Heavy And The Toil Wearisome; Lift Up Our Hearts, O God, To The Things Worthwhile-sunshine And Night, The Dripping Rain, The Song Of The Birds, Books And Music, And The Voices Of Our Friends. Lift Up Our Hearts To These This Night And Grant Us Thy Peace. Amen.