Langston Hughes was one of the last of the great poets from
the Harlem renaissance. His work influenced all who came after; including the
great Maya Angelou, recently deceased. He was born in 1902, in the middle of
the Jim Crow Era; and he passed away in 1967 at the height of the Civil Rights
struggle.
In this 21st Century we are engaged in a new
struggle; one for economic equity. In this struggle there are no colors; just
bank balances. I have been struck by how appropriate the literature of the
Civil Rights Era applies to this new set of circumstances.
For instance; in this poem, when you think of the “darker
brother” think of the common working man. He does all the work for the least
amount of money. He’s weary of being cast aside; told he doesn’t count.
Remember the disdain which Mitt Romney showed for the average American. He even
said it, we “don’t count.”
This poem is for all people everywhere who get the short end
of the stick, while working towards a better tomorrow.
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—
I, too, am America.
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