THE AMERICAN STANDARDBooker T. Washington |
| Mr. President AND gentlemen: It would in some measure
relieve my embarrassment if I could, even in a slight degree,
feel myself worthy of the great honor which you do me today. Why
you have called me from the Black Belt of the South, from among
my humble people, to share in the honors of this occasion, is
not for me to explain; and yet it may not be inappropriate for
me to suggest that it seems to me that one of the most vital
questions that touch our American life, is how to bring the
strong, wealthy, and learned into helpful touch with the
poorest, most ignorant, and humble, and at the same time make
the one appreciate the vitalizing, strengthening influence of
the other.
How shall we make the mansions on yon Beacon Street feel and see the need of the spirits in the lowliest cabin in Alabama cotton fields or Louisiana sugar bottoms? This problem Harvard University is solving, not by bringing itself down, but by bringing the masses up. If through me, a humble representative, seven millions of my people in the South might be permitted to send a message to Harvard — Harvard that offered up on. death's altar, young Shaw, and Russell, and Lowell and scores of others, that we might have a free and united country — that message would be, "Tell them that the sacrifice was not in vain. Tell them that by the way of the shop, the field, the skilled hand, habits of thrift and economy, by way of industrial school and college, we are coming. We are crawling up, working up, yea, bursting up. Often through oppression, unjust discrimination, and prejudice, but through them we are coming up, and with proper habits, intelligence, and property, there is no power on earth that can permanently stay our progress." If my life in the past has meant anything in the lifting up of my people and the bringing about of better relations between your race and mine, I assure you from. this day it will mean doubly more. In the economy of God, there is but one standard by which an individual can succeed — there is but one for a race. This country demands that every race measure itself by the American standard. By it a race must rise or fall, succeed or fail, and in the last analysis mere sentiment counts tor little. During the next half century and more, my race must continue passing through the severe American crucible. We are to be tested in our patience, our forbearance, our perseverance, our power to endure wrong, to withstand temptations, to economize, to acquire and use skill; our ability to compete, to succeed in commerce, to disregard the superficial for the real, the appearance for the substance, to be great and yet small, learned and yet simple, high and yet the servant of all. This, this is the passport to all that is best in the life of our Republic, and the Negro must possess it, or be debarred. , While we are thus being tested, I beg of you to remember that wherever our life touches yours, we will either help or hinder. Wherever your life touches ours, you will either make us stronger or weaker. No member of your race in any part of our country can harm the meanest member of mine, without the proudest and bluest blood in Massachusetts being degraded. It is true. When Mississippi commits crime, New England commits crime, and in so much lowers the standard of your civilization. There is no escape — man drags man down, or man lifts man up. In working out our destiny, while the main burden and center of activity must be with us, we shall need in a large measure in the years that are to come as we have in the past, the help, the encouragement, the guidance that the strong can give the weak. Thus helped, we of both races in the South soon shall throw off the shackles of racial and sectional prejudices and rise as Harvard University has risen and as we all should rise, above the clouds of ignorance, narrowness, and selfishness, into that atmosphere, that pure sunshine, where it will be our highest ambition to serve man, our brother, regardless of race or previous condition. |
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Laugh and the world laughs with you * Where There's A Will * Reading And Writing * Death of Socrates * What is Good? * A Fool's Prayer * We Must Be Equal * There Is No Place Like Home * The Village Blacksmith * Intimations of Immortality * Some would ask in a sneer upon coming here, "How much wisdom can one learn from a fool, or a blacksmith?" I would respond softly, speaking only from experience that: "I've learned more from a fool working on his knees than from a haughty professor's chilling breeze. "I tell you, and it is true: There is no simple work, only those that will never recognize genius. You would laugh and think that ANYONE can dig a ditch, and yes, anyone can, but will it stand for centuries like those of the ohokum? "I watched a simple soul for days and weeks before I understood it all and I treasure still that glorious skill that brought us precious water from spring until fall." Lin Stone |