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A Lesson Before Dying

The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman, A Lesson Before Dying, A Gathering of Old Men, Of Love and Dust, A Long Day in November, Bloodline: these are just a couple of the books written by the prolific author, Mr. Ernest J. Gaines.

These are some of my favorite quotes.  You can lean more about            Mr. Gaines by clicking on this link. Watch the video below, and learn more about a true American treasure.

“Question everything. Every stripe, every star, every word spoken. Everything.”

“How do people come up with a date and a time to take life from another man? Who made them God?

“Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands? ”

“I want you to show them the difference between what they think you are and what you can be.”

“I have no more to say except this: We must live with our own conscience.”

“Nietzsche said without music, life would be a mistake. To me, without books, life would be a mistake.”


Celebrating African American History Month by remembering James Weldon Johnson (1871 – 1938).

James Weldon Johnson was an educator, a lawyer, a newspaperman, United States consular officer and secretary of the NAACP, a librettist, songwriter, historian, novelist,  biographer, and poet. These are just a few of the many hats one black man wore, so that African Americans today would be proud of the ancestors who came after the Ancestors.

Johnson is well known for many literary works, among them, Black ManhattanThe Autobiography of an ex-Colored Man, and The African-American National Anthem: LIFT EV’RY VOICE AND SING.  Read and memorize the words below, if you have not already done so.  Listen to the recording below, and learn this very powerful and inspirational anthem.



(African-American National Anthem)

Lift every voice and sing

Till earth and heaven ring.

Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;

Let our rejoicing rise

High as the listening skies

Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.

Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,

Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us.

Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,

Let us march on till victory is won.


Stony the road we trod,

Bitter the chastening rod,

Felt in the days when hope unborn died;

Yet with a steady beat,

Have not our weary feet

Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?

We have come over a way that with tears has been watered.

We have come, treading our paths through the blood of the slaughtered.

Out from the gloomy past,

Till now we stand at last

Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

God of our weary years,

God of our silent tears,

Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;

Thou who has by Thy might

Led us into the light,

Keep us forever in the path, we pray.

Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we meet Thee;

Lest our hearts drunk with the wine of the world we forget thee,

Shadowed beneath Thy hand,

May we forever stand,

True to our God,

True to our native land.