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The Harlem

Renaissance

Art Gallery

Placards

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Teacher Instructions

• Print the placards in color.

• Laminate the placards and

hang around the classroom,

eye-level, evenly-spaced apart.

• As the students complete the

gallery walk, play the songs

included on the power point,

“Music of the Harlem

Renaissance”. Post the artist

and title of the song as it is

playing.

Silhouette

Southern gentle

lady, Do not swoon. They've just hung a black man In the dark of the moon. They've hung a black man To the roadside tree In the dark of the moon For the world to see How Dixie protects Its white womanhood Southern gentle lady, Be good! Be good!

Langston Hughes

Crucifixion

Aaron Douglas

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I'll be at the table When company comes. Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then. Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed-- I, too, am America.

Langston Hughes

Woman with Bouquet (1940) – oil on canvas

Laura Wheeler Waring

Portrait of a Woman (c.1920) – oil painting,

Edwin Harleston

A Brown Girl Dead

With two white roses on her breasts,

White candles at head and feet,

Dark Madonna of the grave she rests;

Lord Death has found her sweet.

Her mother pawned her wedding ring

To lay her out in white;

She'd be so proud she'd dance and sing

to see herself tonight.

Countee Cullen

Into Bondage (1936) – oil on canvas, Aaron Douglas

A Dream Deferred

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore -

And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over -

like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?

- Langston Hughes, 1951

America Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I will confess

I love this cultured hell that tests my youth! Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,

Giving me strength erect against her hate. Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.

Yet as a rebel fronts a king in state, I stand within her walls with not a shred

Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer. Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,

And see her might and granite wonders there, Beneath the touch of Time's unerring hand, Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.

Claude McKay

Democracy

Democracy will not come Today, this year

Nor ever Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right

As the other fellow has To stand

On my two feet And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,

Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day.

I do not need my freedom when I'm dead. I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

Freedom

Is a strong seed Planted

In a great need.

I live here, too. I want freedom

Just as you. Langston Hughes

W.E.B. DuBois – painting,

Laura Wheeler Waring

“You know, honey, us colored folks is branches without roots and that makes things come round in queer ways. You in particular. Ah was born back due in slavery so it wasn't for me to fulfill my dreams of what a woman oughta be and to do.” - Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

• “If you haven't confidence in self, you are

twice defeated in the race of life. With

confidence, you have won even before you

have started. ”

• Marcus Garvey

• Biography: Born in Jamaica, Marcus Garvey

was an orator for the Black Nationalism and

Pan-Africanism movements, to which end

he founded the Universal Negro

Improvement Association and African

Communities League. Garvey advanced a

Pan-African philosophy which inspired a

global mass movement, known as

Garveyism. Garveyism would eventually

inspire others, from the Nation of Islam to

the Rastafari movement.

Lift Every Voice and Sing Sculpture

Augusta Christine Savage