The daily sentinel., 1907-07-11

gro has had a decent opportunity for
self development. Look at Jamaica
nearly a century of emancipation,
the negro at standstill-look at
south Africa-riches piled on riches,
the negro still a savage and less con-
sidered than the animals-yet it is
England that prides herself on what
she has done for freedom and the
black man.
Let the negro go to any New Eng
land community and try to get en-
ployment. Barred on every hand
plenty of sentiment, but no work.
There are regions north and west
which never knew slavery and were
a unit for the union where the negro
is refused admittance. He is told to
move on. He is what the president
described the other day as AN un-
desirable citizen Turn southwark;
plenty of work and wages for all who
bring tranquil minds and willing
hands. Bad people, slothful people.
get on nowhere; but nowhere on the
habitable globe has the liberated
slave Jared so we'll, nowhere has he
so fair an outlook, as in the southern
states of North America.
''Why? Because we know one an
other and because. no matter what
anybody says to the contrary. there
is common bond of association be-
tween us. Never can the white man
of the south forget what the black
man did during a war waged for his
freedom; and what he might have
done. Never should the black man
OF the south forget that he is the
weaker in the race toward perfection.
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white man for help of many kinds.
1t is through these reciprocal obliga
tions and interests that the two races
will reach an institutional system of
living and doing entirely satisfactory
to both.
Nothing is to be expected from
the rushing hot-house process, or
from any artificial arrangement; ev-
erything is to be hoped from nature
left to herself-unvexed by misdi-
rected political considerations, I'M
influenced by outsiders teaching false
philosophers - simple justice and
kindness presiding over the ordinary
laws of common honesty and common
sense.
"The negro in Africa has scarce
lv burst the chrysalis of the prim-
tive state of man. In America he is
yet in a state of racial childhood. AS
he realizes this the faster he will
grow, the quicker he will learn, the
sooner he will reach his racial man
hood. In less than half a century he
has done wonders. Before the cen
tury we have just began is half over
he will have done greater still. He
has yet and upon an extensive scale
to learn habits of method and order
habits of tenacity and acquisition,
habits of sustained industry and So
briefly, without which no race-whte,
red brown, or blacI-or any individ-
ual man-can get on and prosper.
He is a bad white man who will
not help his neighbor black man
when that neighbor black man shows
the spirit to help himself. He is a
bad black man who cherishes hatred
in his heart against the white man
because he is a white man. He is a
foolish black man who thinks be-
cause the mirage of social equality,
which would prove a curse rather
than a blessing. is denied him that
the white man hates him. Social
questions the world over create their
own laws and settle themselves.
They cannot be forced. 1t is idle
anywhere for anybody to contest or
quarrel with them. No man should
want to go where he Is not wanted;
true, self-respecting men dismiss the
very thought of It, going their own
way. hoeing their own row, and Civ
ing praise to God that their happi-
ness Is within themselves and beyond
the reach of any man, be he white or
black, king or vassali
"Then let the negro forward, each
to his appointed task, no bitterness
in any heart. the love of God supreme
but this love of God measured by
mans love for man, even as 1t was
revealed to the good Arabian sleeper
I'm that exquisite poem of Leigh Hunt,
with its equal blending of religion
and humanity:
"Abou Ben Adhem, may his tribe in
crease
Awolle one night from a deep dream
of peace.
And saw within the moonlight in his
room.
Making it rich and like lily in.
bloom.
An angel writing in a book of gold:
Exceeding peace had made Ben Ad-
hem bold,
And to the presence in the room he
said:
What writest thou?' The vision
raised its head
And with a look made of all sweet
accord,
Answered. The names of those who
love the Lord
And is mine one?' said Adhem. Nay, |
not So
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more
low.
But oheerly still, and said: 4 pray
thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fell
low men,
The angel wrote and vanished The
next night
1t came again with great wakenins
light,
And showed the names whom love OF
God had blessed,
And, 10! Ben Adhem's name led all
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