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story untold ch 5

story untold ch 5 - A Photo Essay A STORY UNTOLD 0 Who are...

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Unformatted text preview: A Photo Essay A STORY UNTOLD 0 Who are we? We are the pain and suffering of Mother Africa. Torn from her womb we arrived in the “land of the free” Locked in chains. Orphaned and forsaken, We began our sojourn in the wilderness of American slavery. A STORY UNTOLD 0 Who are we? We are the tillers of soil and the hewers of wood. King Cotton rose to power because we bent our backs in toil. Our blood and tears have irrigated every inch of this fair land. We are the reapers of a bitter fruit. A STORY UNTOLD 0 Who are we? We are the singers of spirituals, the conveyors of silent prayers. Our unwavering faith was the shining beacon that guided us Through the long night of Oppression. Praying black hands fashioned hope Out of the bleak substance of despair. A STORY UNTOLD 0 Who are we? We are the sound of happy feet, Dancing the hustle and the boogaloo. Our men have marched off to war never to return. 0n strong, swift legs we run for game-winning touchdowns Amid the cheers of roaring crowds. Our weary, defeated bodies Limp from the arenas and the playing fields. A STORY UNTOLD - Who are we? We are the nameless faces—the heroes and heroines. We are the young and the old, The teachers, the preachers, the healers, the builders. We are the poor, the illiterate, the weak. We are the fated children of poverty and wealth. A STORY UNTOLD - Who are we? We are schools Built with the splintered blocks of American slavery, Constructed on foundations Laid with genius by Samuel Harris and Charles H. Lyons. We are the common denominators of all things. We are black letters in a white alphabet. ' A STORY UNTOLD 0 Who are we? We are the hope that springs eternal. With quiet determination We have woven the thread of humanity Throughout the fabric of history. Our dreams, though often deferred, have never been destroyed. Ours is the boundless realm of human potential. A STORY UNTOLD 0 Who are we? We are dark yesterdays and bright tomorrows. We are all that is and was. Who are we? My people, we are. . . . ...
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