{"id":28086,"date":"2023-08-22T13:37:21","date_gmt":"2023-08-22T20:37:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/occupysf.net\/?p=28086"},"modified":"2023-08-22T13:37:22","modified_gmt":"2023-08-22T20:37:22","slug":"let-america-be-america-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/occupysf.net\/index.php\/2023\/08\/22\/let-america-be-america-again\/","title":{"rendered":"LET AMERICA BE AMERICA AGAIN"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/bathtubbulletin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/08\/image-36.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-51340\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>A poet, novelist, fiction writer, and playwright, Langston Hughes is known for his insightful, colorful portrayals of black life in America from the twenties through the sixties and was important in shaping the artistic contributions of the Harlem Renaissance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/poets.org\/poet\/langston-hughes\">Langston Hughes<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>1901 \u2013 1967<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Let America be America again.<br>Let it be the dream it used to be.<br>Let it be the pioneer on the plain<br>Seeking a home where he himself is free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>(America never was America to me.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed\u2014<br>Let it be that great strong land of love<br>Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme<br>That any man be crushed by one above.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>(It never was America to me.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>O, let my land be a land where Liberty<br>Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,<br>But opportunity is real, and life is free,<br>Equality is in the air we breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>(There\u2019s never been equality for me,<br>Nor freedom in this \u201chomeland of the free.\u201d)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?<\/em><br><em>And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,<br>I am the Negro bearing slavery\u2019s scars.<br>I am the red man driven from the land,<br>I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek\u2014<br>And finding only the same old stupid plan<br>Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am the young man, full of strength and hope,<br>Tangled in that ancient endless chain<br>Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!<br>Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!<br>Of work the men! Of take the pay!<br>Of owning everything for one\u2019s own greed!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.<br>I am the worker sold to the machine.<br>I am the Negro, servant to you all.<br>I am the people, humble, hungry, mean\u2014<br>Hungry yet today despite the dream.<br>Beaten yet today\u2014O, Pioneers!<br>I am the man who never got ahead,<br>The poorest worker bartered through the years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Yet I\u2019m the one who dreamt our basic dream<br>In the Old World while still a serf of kings,<br>Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,<br>That even yet its mighty daring sings<br>In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned<br>That\u2019s made America the land it has become.<br>O, I\u2019m the man who sailed those early seas<br>In search of what I meant to be my home\u2014<br>For I\u2019m the one who left dark Ireland\u2019s shore,<br>And Poland\u2019s plain, and England\u2019s grassy lea,<br>And torn from Black Africa\u2019s strand I came<br>To build a \u201chomeland of the free.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The free?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Who said the free? Not me?<br>Surely not me? The millions on relief today?<br>The millions shot down when we strike?<br>The millions who have nothing for our pay?<br>For all the dreams we\u2019ve dreamed<br>And all the songs we\u2019ve sung<br>And all the hopes we\u2019ve held<br>And all the flags we\u2019ve hung,<br>The millions who have nothing for our pay\u2014<br>Except the dream that\u2019s almost dead today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>O, let America be America again\u2014<br>The land that never has been yet\u2014<br>And yet must be\u2014the land where&nbsp;<em>every<\/em>&nbsp;man is free.<br>The land that\u2019s mine\u2014the poor man\u2019s, Indian\u2019s, Negro\u2019s, ME\u2014<br>Who made America,<br>Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,<br>Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,<br>Must bring back our mighty dream again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Sure, call me any ugly name you choose\u2014<br>The steel of freedom does not stain.<br>From those who live like leeches on the people\u2019s lives,<br>We must take back our land again,<br>America!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>O, yes,<br>I say it plain,<br>America never was America to me,<br>And yet I swear this oath\u2014<br>America will be!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,<br>The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,<br>We, the people, must redeem<br>The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.<br>The mountains and the endless plain\u2014<br>All, all the stretch of these great green states\u2014<br>And make America again!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>From&nbsp;<em>The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes<\/em>, published by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Copyright \u00a9 1994 the Estate of Langston Hughes. Used with permission.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A poet, novelist, fiction writer, and playwright, Langston Hughes is known for his insightful, colorful portrayals of black life in America from the twenties through the sixties and was important in shaping the artistic contributions of the Harlem Renaissance. 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