01.10.2014 Views

Booker T. Washington, Builder o - African American History

Booker T. Washington, Builder o - African American History

Booker T. Washington, Builder o - African American History

SHOW MORE
SHOW LESS

You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles

YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.

<strong>Booker</strong> T. <strong>Washington</strong>, <strong>Builder</strong> of a Civilization. 232<br />

Page 318<br />

organizing leader of a race in ideas and industry. These were notable<br />

achievements; but there was another achievement which was in its way more<br />

notable. Without any advantages of birth or station or training, a member of an<br />

ostracized race, with the doors of social life closed in his face, Dr. <strong>Washington</strong><br />

was a gentleman. I recall two illustrations of this quality of nature, often lacking<br />

in men of great ability and usefulness. The first was in Stafford House, London,<br />

the residence of the Duke of Sutherland. The older Duke was the lifelong friend<br />

of Queen Victoria; and once, when she was going to Stafford House, she wrote<br />

the Duke that she was about to leave her uninteresting house for his beautiful<br />

palace. Nothing could be more stately than the great hall of Stafford House,<br />

with its two marble stairways ascending to the galleries above; and when the<br />

Duchess of Sutherland, standing on the dais from which the stairs ascended,<br />

received her guests she reminded more than one of her guests of the splendid<br />

picture drawn by Edmund Burke of Marie Antoinette moving like a star through<br />

the palace of Versailles. On that evening Dr. <strong>Washington</strong> was present. At one<br />

time in one of the rooms he happened to be talking with the duchess and two<br />

other women of high rank, two of them women of great beauty and stateliness.<br />

There were some people present who were evidently very much impressed by<br />

their surroundings. <strong>Booker</strong> <strong>Washington</strong> seemed to be absolutely unconscious of<br />

the splendor of the house in which he was, or of the society in which for the<br />

moment he found himself. Born in a hut without a door-sill, he<br />

Page 319<br />

was at ease in the most stately and beautiful private palace in London.<br />

"On another occasion there was to be a Tuskegee meeting at Bar Harbor. The<br />

Casino had been beautifully decorated for a dance the night before. The harbor<br />

was full of yachts, the tennis courts of fine-looking young men and women; it<br />

was a picture of luxury tempered with intelligence. Mr. <strong>Washington</strong> was<br />

looking out of the window. Presently he turned to me and said, with a smile,<br />

'And last Wednesday morning I was eating breakfast in a shanty in Alabama;<br />

there were five of us and we had one spoon!'"<br />

At the time of his stay in London, during which this reception at Stafford House<br />

took place, he was given a luncheon by a group of distinguished men to which<br />

Mr. Asquith, the Prime Minister, was invited. In reply, Mr. Asquith sent this<br />

note:<br />

24.03.2006

Hooray! Your file is uploaded and ready to be published.

Saved successfully!

Ooh no, something went wrong!