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Impacts of African American Writers on the 21st Century
“So will my page be colored that I write?
Being me, it will not be white.
But it will be
a part of you, instructor.
You are white—
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
Sometimes perhaps you don’t want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that’s true!
As I learn from you, I guess you learn from me—
although your older— and white—
and somewhat more free”
(Langston Hughes, Theme for English B).
The United States has been enriched culturally by immigrants from many nations. The Harlem Renaissance was a time during the 1920s and early 1930s in the New York neighborhood of Harlem when African American writers from backgrounds across the cultural spectrum and realm of social thought challenged white paternalism and racism. These artists and intellectuals resisted assimilation and asserted their freedom to express themselves on their own terms. They explored their identities as black Americans and celebrated their culture that emerged from slavery as well as their ties to Africa. African-Americans have made contributions and inspired change in the American lifestyle, principally culturally in the areas of literature, art, foods, music, language, sports and technological innovation. By means of inveteration and dissemination of proclivity through pithy poems, short stories and other works, African American writers engendered a change in social rules such as racial integration, individual rights, and values
—America as a nation has come a long way concerning social rules. It used to be that segregated schools, separate bus seats, bathrooms and drinking fountains were not uncommon. There were racial exclusions in employment and businesses as well as real estate and private memberships. The Cotton Club was a famous night club in New York City that operated during Prohibition. The club featured many of the greatest African American entertainers of the time yet generally denied admission to blacks. African American writers such as Zora Neale Hurston described racial discrimination and its impact of her life in her “How It Feels To Be Colored Me” essay: “Someone is always at my elbow reminding me that I am the granddaughter of slaves. It fails to register depression within me…Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.” Today, there are no separate schools, neighborhoods, or drinking fountains between whites and African Americans. Racial integration can be seen, for example, on TV with commercials including both white people and African Americans. When white people read the works of the Harlem Renaissance, perhaps they felt chagrin for their treatment toward African Americans.
—African American writers in the Harlem Renaissance represented and responded to the ubiquitous racialized violence and racial oppression in the period between the end of Reconstruction and the beginning of World War I. The fought for equality and freedom through their literature and so social standards have improved in their favor. “We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed” (Martin Luther King, Jr.). Values addressed in literature of the Harlem Renaissance were not only of equality and freedom, but the various strategies of the writers reflected all genres of human evaluation. For instance, Arna Bontemps wrote a short story titled, “A Summer Tragedy,” about an old couple who planned to commit suicide. The story addressed issues and ideas about aging and death, health and disability, measure of the value of life, family, and love. Langston Hughes wrote the poem, “Mother to Son,” an austere poem about the simple reality that life is not easy, and that one must persevere. “When I read great literature, great drama, speeches or sermons, I feel that the human mind has not achieved anything greater than the ability to share feelings and thoughts through language” (James Earl Jones). African American writers used many approaches and writing styles to convey their messages about values.
—Today, African Americans have many more individual and social rights; those changes were indirectly and fundamentally brought about by their writing during the Harlem Renaissance. It influenced and inspired black and white people. African Americans are allowed to enlist in the U.S. Armed Forces and work positions in the government (including attorney general and president). Furthermore, schools and buses are desegregated. African Americans can
Okay, this was just a little idea that came to me while I was with my friend, Vanessa. We talked about a cool idea for a story, and this is what we came up with! I just made this about ten to twenty minutes ago, so be honest, give good constructive criticism, and be polite! Thanks. :]
“Nessie, stop your b:*ching and get out there.” Sonya said to Nessarose, the youngest of the band and of the angels. Sonya never liked being mean to Nessa, but they really needed to hurry up, play their final song, and get out of here. “Wait a sec.” Nessarose snapped back and continued talking to the manager of the club, whose nametag read: Frank. Nessarose took out a pen and wrote a seven-digit number on his arm in the black ink. She winked and whispered “Call me.” Nessarose skipped over to Sonya and asked “Where are the others?” and she sighed. “Casimir is tuning up his guitar, Alex is searching for his special, black sticks, and your brother? Shawn is ordering a drink. We have to be on stage in..” Sonya checked her silver watch on her left wrist. ” 3 minutes. Come on, let’s go.” and her and Nessarose walked into the loud, partying room and onto the large, wooden stage. Nessarose took her spot up front and she placed her hands on her rhinestone-covered microphone, Sonya picked up her black bass and plugged it into the amp, and the guys saw that everyone was gathering on stage, so they started to take their place. Alex behind his drums, Caz 7 feet on the right from Sonya as he picked up his cherry red guitar, and Shawn ran up on stage and stood next to his younger sister, grabbing his own microphone and accoustic guitar.
Alex tapped his drumsticks three times, and the music started. First, the sweet sound of the bassline started up and into everyone’s ear, then followed by the perfectly choreagraphed beat of the drums, with Casimir’s electric guitar strumming, and then finally, the siblings, Shawn and Nessarose, started filling the air with their lyrics on how the world was dead, and noone was to save it but God and the angels. It was all going so perfect, their music, their rhythem, their lyrics, their beat, their lives. Until Alex missed a beat, Nessarose forgot a word, Caz played the wrong chords, Sonya faltered with her music, and Shawn stopped singing completely. The music still sounded good and the crowd still cheered, but the band knew that this was NOT good.
A group of dark-hooded figures walked into the already-crowded bar and the band, although they kept it hidden, panicked. Then memories flooded on how this all started, how they were still alive, and how they were in this mess, with the demons…
At first, they were just.. normal. Nothing was wrong with these 5 teens. Shawn and Nessarose were perfect siblings with a perfect family in a perfect house in a perfect neighborhood with perfect lives, Caz was the athletic star with money and power, Alex got a scholarship to Yale, and Sonya was the perfect, sweet preacher’s kid. Until God has callen upon them, to turn into something more. Nessarose and Shawn still stayed some-what human, making them half-human and what they believe to be half-angel, Caz turned into a full angel, and so did Alex, and Sonya turned into a little runt-49% demon, 50% angel, and 1% human. Maybe not angels, maybe not demons, maybe not still human, they don’t know, but they know they were… different. Each of their lives flipped upside down; Shawn and Nessarose’s parents died and they moved from awful foster family to awful foster family, Caz misplaced his shoulder and he can’t do most sports anymore, Alex started failing school, and Sonya moved to the wrong side of the tracks and started rebeling against her Ma, her school, and… anything she could rebel against.
Then, all in a dream, something-someone, told them that they needed to find each other, and stay with each other. They were all destined to do great things, and the 5 of them believed that that someone or something, was God.
5 years gone, they were all 22 or 23 and their together, but now in a band. They all grew some sort of power; Nessarose learned to control fire while Shawn learned to control ice, Caz grew the ability to fly, Alex has telepathy, and Sonya adapted super strength, and all of them grew instant celluar regeneration, but even that has it’s limits. The 5 soon learned, in dreams still, that they were, as impossible as it seems, angels and that God has a master plan for all of them. What’s are angels though, without some demons to try to overthrow them? That’s what these black-hooded figures are now, there are determined on destroying these… angels, to destroy the Lord and his great masterpieces.
Then, the music stopped. These angels knew that with these demons, there was no time to finish a song. Their ears were instantly filled with ‘boo’-ing but the angels didn’t care. They just jumped off of the st
Gah, sorry it’s long and it sucks. I’m not a great author, and I just whipped this up in about 10 minutes, so it’s not my best work, even though my best work isn’t that great either…
I’m not even sure where I’m going with it, I just wanted to know if you like the idea. But still, do you like it? What should I change? Anything else? :]
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