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Wrote and Autobiography titled " A long way from home" In which he told his story of being an oppressed minority and his ideas against segregation.

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Claude McKay is known for his novel's , essay's and poems( one of his best known works being "if we must die that focused on racial prejudice and abuse). McKay surrounded himself by many political and social issues. He considered himself a literary voice of social justice during the Harlem Renaissance. He also  worked alongside the Universal Negro Improvement Association and was infatuated with Communism , but later conformed to Catholicism.

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James Van Der Zee was known for his photographs of colored people during this time. He captured the lives of colored new yorkers and how they lived their lives. He captured the most understandable art at this time.

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James Van Der Zee was an honored Harlem Renaissance photographer who took pictures of everyone from Marcus Garvey Jr. to Cicely Tyson. Learn more at Biography.com.

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James Van Der Zee was photographer who often photographed colored people during this time. 

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James Van Der Zee was photographer who often photographed colored people during this time. 

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An American Bass Baritone, actor, and political activist. Born in 1998 Princeton NJ. Went to Rutgers College. Starred in films such as The Emperor Jones and Showboat.

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If We Must Die

BY CLAUDE MCKAY

If we must die, let it not be like hogs

Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,

While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,

Making their mock at our accursèd lot.

If we must die, O let us nobly die,

So that our precious blood may not be shed

In vain; then even the monsters we defy

Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!

O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!

Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,

And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!

What though before us lies the open grave?

Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,

Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

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Claude McKay (one of his best known works)

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Claude McKay (one of his best known works)

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Harlem Shadows

BY CLAUDE MCKAY

I hear the halting footsteps of a lass

In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall

Its veil. I see the shapes of girls who pass

To bend and barter at desire's call.

Ah, little dark girls who in slippered feet

Go prowling through the night from street to street!

Through the long night until the silver break

Of day the little gray feet know no rest;

Through the lone night until the last snow-flake

Has dropped from heaven upon the earth's white breast,

The dusky, half-clad girls of tired feet

Are trudging, thinly shod, from street to street.

Ah, stern harsh world, that in the wretched way

Of poverty, dishonor and disgrace,

Has pushed the timid little feet of clay,

The sacred brown feet of my fallen race!

Ah, heart of me, the weary, weary feet

In Harlem wandering from street to street.