“Reserved for whites only” You laugh.
Great foreshadowing of what the other authors have to say about the predicament.
“Reserved for whites only” You laugh.
Great foreshadowing of what the other authors have to say about the predicament.
They scourged you, They branded you, They made your women breeders, They swelled your numbers with bastards. . . .
The repetitive word of "they" in this segment correspond to the idea of "they" vs. "us." "They" have repeatedly cause atrocities upon "us," sort of speak.
They dragged you from homeland, They chained you in coffles, They huddled you spoon-fashion in filthy hatches, They sold you to give a few gentlemen ease.
This section relates to Locke's quote, "Recall how suddenly the Negro spirituals revealed themselves; suppressed for generations under the stereotypes of Wesleyan hymn harmony, secretive, half-ashamed, until the courage of being natural brought them out--and behold, there was folk-music." It implies that under extreme human pressure and situation there is resistance in some sort of form, in this case, its a new art and culture.
Recall how suddenly the Negro spirituals revealed themselves; suppressed for generations under the stereotypes of Wesleyan hymn harmony, secretive, half-ashamed, until the courage of being natural brought them out–and behold, there was folk-music.
Although oppressed for generations, they are able to create something positive, their own unique culture such as the folk-music.
Certainly there is, for the American Negro artist who can escape the restrictions the more advanced among his own group would put upon him, a great field of unused material ready for his art.
There is an abundant of rich material for the artist to find and use for his art if he does not restrict himself from finding it and from his individuality.
But then there are the low-down folks, the so-called common element, and they are the majority—may the Lord be praised! The people who have their hip of gin on Saturday nights and are not too important to themselves or the community, or too well fed, or too learned to watch the lazy world go round. They live on Seventh Street in Washington or State Street in Chicago and they do not particularly care whether they are like white folks or anybody else. Their joy runs, bang! into ecstasy.
The tone of this passage sounds a lot more meaningful, the lives of the so-called common as compared to the other colored people. They are carefree and living life as it is for them.
Think.

Tickle tickle tickle you for education.
Sweet and good and kind to all.

Egg be takers.

By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair
Somehow it reminds me of this:
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I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
Again, the narrator takes the first move to get the fence fix by informing his neighbor.
I have come after them and made repair
I notice this after reading the poem, does the narrator come to fix the fence on his own? It seems to me that he his more bound to this wall than his neighbor. But, why does he question "they make good neighbors?"
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
Interesting how the narrator sees this--a path leads to more path, more choices and decisions to make.
We were married and lived together for seventy years,
This is interesting that the narrator lived with her partner for seventy years (admirable too)... just because that's quite a very long time compare to how long relationships or marriages last nowadays.
Alone, as if enduring to the end
It seems to me that this is what and where Mr. Flood sees himself and the world around till the end of his life.
I did not think that I should find them there When I came back again; but there they stood,
Interesting and strong opening--it seems that the speaker is returning to an old place and not expecting to see old acquainces or friends.
The woman behind shakes it!
Could this woman be a representation of the narrator? In some ways, the narrator is trapped or hiddened in this room like the woman she is seeing on the wall.
But he said I wasn’t able to go, nor able to stand it after I got there; and I did not make out a very good case for myself, for I was crying before I had finished.
How can John be so certain of the narrator's abilities? He may be her husband and is a doctor, but he is manipulative and controlling. As narrator mention reapeatedly throughout the story, she does not agree with him. However, he plays the superior role and is oppressing the narrator--it is most likely or mainly because she is a woman.
To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.
This is harsh, a double oppression to be poor and a person of color.
this longing to attain self-conscious manhood, to merge his double self into a better and truer self. In this merging he wishes neither of the older selves to be lost
In order to become a better and truer self, Du Bois implies the older selves cannot be erased. It is the foundation or roots to become a better self.
To him, the dynamo itself was but an ingenious channel for conveying somewhere the heat latent in a few tons of poor coal hidden in a dirty engine-house carefully kept out of sight;
The dynamo sounds like a great thing--a powerful force, but yet the description of its condition that is not visible and what is used to run it, "poor coal hidden in a dirty engine," seems deceiving.
Adams had looked at most of the accumulations of art in the storehouses called Art Museums; yet he did not know how to look at the art exhibits of 1900. He had studied Karl Marx and his doctrines of history with profound attention, yet he could not apply them at Paris.
This is kind of like an old versus new or religion versus science thing. It seems that Adams feels he needs to acquire the knowledge of modern time/new technology.
They Lion grow.
I like the repetition of "They Lion grow" at the end of each stanza with the emphasis of the capitalized L. It's like a sign of resistance, a cause and effect--such as when the Lion is taunted, it reacts.
Out of the acids of rage, the candor of tar,
This is an interesting choice of diction and metaphor--"out of the acids of rage." The tone is heavy and tense. I'm not quite sure who the speaker is and who are the audience but I get the sense of an emotional distress and outrage, and probably a conflict between classes given the imagery of "industrial barns."