Booker T. Washington, Builder o - African American History
Booker T. Washington, Builder o - African American History
Booker T. Washington, Builder o - African American History
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<strong>Booker</strong> T. <strong>Washington</strong>, <strong>Builder</strong> of a Civilization. 153<br />
24.03.2006<br />
recognition by having brains, money, and ability, there was nothing the matter<br />
with me and my poor little wife to prevent us from getting up, too; so I went to<br />
work and determined to work day and night, if need be, to get some money, and<br />
other things necessary to succeed in life. I wanted money because I had seen<br />
and suffered so many humiliations put on the man who does not have money.<br />
(Applause.)<br />
"The first time I saw this distinguished gentleman (pointing to Dr. <strong>Booker</strong> T.<br />
<strong>Washington</strong>) I was laying brick in Jacksonville, Fla., at $1.25 a day, and he<br />
drove by in company with Mr. James W. Johnson, Mr. J. Rosamond Johnson,<br />
and another gentleman. I had always loved the big men of my race; even as a<br />
little boy I delighted to hear of what they had achieved, and when I<br />
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heard that the great <strong>Booker</strong> T. <strong>Washington</strong> was in town, I quit my job for that<br />
day, went to the place where he spoke, walked up close, and was hoping<br />
somebody would do me the honor of introducing me. But I found the gentlemen<br />
who had him in charge were introducing him to nobody but the big Negroes,<br />
and the big Negroes were shaking hands with him and completely monopolizing<br />
<strong>Booker</strong> T. <strong>Washington</strong>. (Prolonged laughter.) I did not like to be rude and<br />
therefore did not push through the crowd and shake hands with him anyway, as<br />
I felt like doing. I was nothing but a poor brick-layer, nobody would introduce<br />
me, but I heard his grand speech, was richly benefited and inspired by all he<br />
said, and when I went away I made a solemn vow to myself. I said: 'If God be<br />
with me, I mean to so work and conduct myself so that some day I shall deserve<br />
to shake hands with <strong>Booker</strong> T. <strong>Washington</strong>.' (Hearty applause.) Now let me tell<br />
you the sequel of the story. Away down in Florida, in my humble home in<br />
Jacksonville, there is a room named '<strong>Booker</strong> T. <strong>Washington</strong>.' (Applause.) I have<br />
set apart and dedicated a portion of my home in honor of this distinguished<br />
gentleman and leader of our race. (Applause.) He is the first human being on<br />
earth I have ever permitted to sleep in it, and his good wife is the first woman<br />
and second person I have ever permitted to sleep in that room. (Prolonged<br />
laughter and applause.) We love him in the South, both Negro and white man!<br />
(Hearty applause.) <strong>Booker</strong> T. <strong>Washington</strong>'s name is a monument of strength<br />
because he is teaching the Negro<br />
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to use his hands and head in order to be useful in the community and to achieve