Morehouse College - Torch Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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w b' P Q N U! 0 C! t O '11 H m Eli L' I? 2 U I I. Give me your spine, Old man, old man, give me your rugged hate, give me your sturdy oak-tree love, give me your source Ofsteel. Teach me to sing so that the song may be mine nKeep your hands on the plow: hold on! One day the natiorfs soul shall turn black like yours and America shall cease to be its name. --Lance Jeffers

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WANTU WAZURI I saw an old black man walk down the road, a Georgia country road. I stopped and asked where the nearest town might lie. where I could find a meal. I might have driven on then to the town nearby but I stayed to talk to the old black man and read the future in his eyes.

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It is never far away . . . This Africa you talk ofin dull jargon. It is here or there, whet we may be, lingering, whispering on d country roads and quick praises of ancient go 5. Here bnuncing 0n lm-bops and lmy mmms. h on brillance and personality, all strung and f Ie. It is there, coaled out under Hollywood wine bottles stabbing out of purple mouths, drown in nicklddimc cawbny culture. And who shall free and break our prcganncy, a bountiful progeny working for land. WE SHALL NOT BE FREE UNTIL WE READY TO BE FREE UNTIL AFRIC FREE.