Rest at pale evening...
A tall slim tree...
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.
From "Dream Variation" by Langston Hughes
"Suddenly I had had enough. Suddenly I could stomach no more of this degradation- not of myself but of all men who were black like me."
- December 1, p. 132
"I felt the Negro children's lips soft against mine, so like the feel of my own children's good-night kisses. I saw again their large eyes, guiless, not yet aware that doors into wonderlands of security, opportunity and hope were closed to them."
-November 24, p. 114
"When all the talk, all the propaganda has been cut away, the criterion is nothing but the color of skin. My experience proved that. They judged me by no quality. My skin was dark."
- November 24, p. 115
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