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. 232<br />
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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 />
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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 />
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