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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. 27<br />

characteristic of Mr. <strong>Washington</strong>'s methods that he turned this disaster into an<br />

ultimate blessing for the very community that was afflicted.<br />

Mr. <strong>Washington</strong> was the kind of leader who kept very close to the plain people.<br />

He knew their every-day lives, their weaknesses, their temptations. To use a<br />

slang phrase, he knew exactly what they "were up against" whether they lived in<br />

country or city. Within a comparatively short period before his death he<br />

addressed two audiences as widely separated by distance and environment<br />

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as the farmers gathered together for the first Negro Fair of southwestern Georgia<br />

at Albany, Georgia, and five thousand Negro residents of New York City<br />

assembled in the Harlem Casino. He told those Georgia farmers how much land<br />

they owned and to what extent it was mortgaged, how much land they leased,<br />

how much cotton they raised, and how much of other crops they raised, or,<br />

rather, did not raise; how many mules and hogs they owned, and how they could<br />

with profit increase their ownership in mules and hogs; he told them how many<br />

drug stores, grocery stores, and banks in the State and county were owned by<br />

Negroes; and then, switching from the general to the particular, he described the<br />

daily life of the ordinary, easy-going tenant farmer of the locality. He pictured<br />

what he saw when he came out of his unpainted house in the morning: that gate<br />

off the hinges, that broken window-pane with an old coat stuck into it, that<br />

cotton planted right up to the doors with no room left for a garden, and no<br />

garden; and, worse than all, the uncomfortable knowledge of debts concealed<br />

from the hard-working wife and mother. Then he pictured what that same man's<br />

place might be and should become.<br />

It was once said of a certain eminent preacher that his logic was on fire. It might<br />

be said of <strong>Booker</strong> <strong>Washington</strong> that his statistics were on fire. He marshalled<br />

them in such a way that they were dynamic and stirring instead of static and<br />

paralyzing, as we all know them to our sorrow. It so happened that Mr.<br />

<strong>Washington</strong> had never before been in southwestern Georgia. After his speech<br />

one old farmer<br />

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was heard to say as he shook his head: "I don't understan' it! <strong>Booker</strong> T.<br />

<strong>Washington</strong> he ain't never ben here befo', yit he knows mo' 'bout dese parts an'<br />

mo' 'bout us den what eny of us knows ourselves." This old man did not know<br />

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