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EXTRA CREDIT
Look at the lyrics to Lift Every Voice and Sing.  If we didn’t have the Star Spangled Banner would this make a good national anthem? Do the lyrics represent all Americans or mainly African-
Americans? Write a ¾ page essay

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(A Prayer from God's Trombones)

O Lord, we come this morning
Knee-bowed and body-bent
Before Thy throne of grace.
O Lord-this morning-
Bow our hearts beneath our knees,
And our knees in some lonesome valley.
We come this morning-
Like empty pitchers to a full fountain,
With no merits of our own.
O Lord-open up a window of heaven,
And lean out far over the battlements of glory,
And listen this morning.

Lord, have mercy on proud and dying sinners-
Sinners hanging over the mouth of hell,
Who seem to love their distance well.
Lord-ride by this morning-
Mount Your milk-white horse,
And ride-a this morning-
And in Your ride, ride by old hell,
Ride by the dingy gates of hell,
And stop poor sinners in their headlong plunge.

And now, O Lord, this man of God,
Who breaks the bread of life this morning-
Shadow him in the hollow of Thy hand,
And keep him out of the gunshot of the devil.
Take him, Lord-this morning-
Wash him with hyssop inside and out,
Hang him up and drain him dry of sin.
Pin his ear to the wisdom-post,
And make his words sledge hammers of truth-
Beating on the iron heart of sin.
Lord God, this morning-
Put his eye to the telescope of eternity,
And let him look upon the paper walls of time.
Lord, turpentine his imagination,
Put perpetual motion in his arms,
Fill him full of the dynamite of Thy power,
Anoint him all over with the oil of Thy salvation,
And set his tongue on fire.

And now, O Lord-
When I've done drunk my last cup of sorrow-
When I've been called everything but a child of God-
When I'm done traveling up the rough side of the mountain-
O-Mary's Baby-
When I start down the steep and slippery steps of death-
When this old world begins to rock beneath my feet-
Lower me to my dusty grave in peace
To wait for that great gittin'-up morning-Amen.

O brothers mine, take care! Take care!
The great white witch rides out to-night.
Trust not your prowess nor your strength,
Your only safety lies in flight;
For in her glance there is a snare,
And in her smile there is a blight.

The great white witch you have not seen?
Then, younger brothers mine, forsooth,
Like nursery children you have looked
For ancient hag and snaggle-tooth;
But no, not so; the witch appears
In all the glowing charms of youth.

Her lips are like carnations, red,
Her face like new-born lilies, fair,
Her eyes like ocean waters, blue,
She moves with subtle grace and air,
And all about her head there floats
The golden glory of her hair.

But though she always thus appears
In form of youth and mood of mirth,
Unnumbered centuries are hers,
The infant planets saw her birth;
The child of throbbing Life is she,
Twin sister to the greedy earth.

And back behind those smiling lips,
And down within those laughing eyes,
And underneath the soft caress
Of hand and voice and purring sighs,
The shadow of the panther lurks,
The spirit of the vampire lies.

For I have seen the great white witch,
And she has led me to her lair,
And I have kissed her red, red lips
And cruel face so white and fair;
Around me she has twined her arms,
And bound me with her yellow hair.

I felt those red lips burn and sear
My body like a living coal;
Obeyed the power of those eyes
As the needle trembles to the pole;
And did not care although I felt
The strength go ebbing from my soul.

Oh! she has seen your strong young limbs,
And heard your laughter loud and gay,
And in your voices she has caught
The echo of a far-off day,
When man was closer to the earth;
And she has marked you for her prey.

She feels the old Antaean strength
In you, the great dynamic beat
Of primal passions, and she sees
In you the last besieged retreat
Of love relentless, lusty, fierce,
Love pain-ecstatic, cruel-sweet.

O, brothers mine, take care! Take care!
The great white witch rides out to-night.
O, younger brothers mine, beware!
Look not upon her beauty bright;
For in her glance there is a snare,
And in her smile there is a blight.

Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
And blackening clouds about me cling;
But, oh, I have a magic way
To turn the gloom to cheerful day-
I softly sing.

And if the way grows darker still,
Shadowed by Sorrow's somber wing,
With glad defiance in my throat,
I pierce the darkness with a note,
And sing, and sing.

I brood not over the broken past,
Nor dread whatever time may bring;
No nights are dark, no days are long,
While in my heart there swells a song,
And I can sing.

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(A Prayer from God's Trombones) O Lord, we come this morning Knee-bowed and body-bent Before Thy throne of grace. O Lord-this morning- Bow our hearts beneath our knees, And our knees in some lonesome valley. We come this morning- Like empty pitchers to a full fountain, With no merits of our own.

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3.  Essay:  Should schools spend more on vocational training or college prep?  

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3.  Essay:  Should schools spend more on vocational training or college prep?  

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Watch Sunday Morning: Construction worker shortage - Full show on CBS

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1.  Beneficiaries of Progressivism       2.  Progressive Packet            3.  Essay:  Vocational training or college prep?            4.  Answers from Souls of Black Folk                5.  Lift Every Voice Essay

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Twoness- DuBois from Souls of Black Folk

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Twoness- DuBois from Souls of Black Folk

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The Negro is a sort of seventh son, born with a veil, and gifted with second-sight in this American world,—a world which yields him no true self-consciousness, but only lets him see himself through the revelation of the other world. It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever feels his two-ness,—an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.

The history of the American Negro is the history of this strife,—this longing to attain self-conscious manhood, to merge his double self into a better and truer self. In this merging he wishes neither of the older selves to be lost. He would not Africanize America, for America has too much to teach the world and Africa. He would not bleach his Negro soul in a flood of white Americanism, for he knows that Negro blood has a message for the world. He simply wishes to make it possible for a man to be both a Negro and an American, without being cursed and spit upon by his fellows, without having the doors of Opportunity closed roughly in his face.

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1.  What does DuBois mean when he talks about double-consciousness?
2.  What does DuBois mean by the term 'twoness?'
3.  What does DuBois say about America?
4.  What does he say about African blood?
5.  What is the 'ultimate wish' that closes this passage?

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VOCAB
Vocation
Higher Education
Talented Tenth
Twoness concept
Veil metaphor
Undergraduate
Integration
Black Nationalism

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A10 Follow along and take notes.

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Connection to today:  Should schools spend more on vocational training or college prep?

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