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CRUISING ’ROUND
L_ 4 MARTIN)-
1. Equal Share in War. 2. Prices to Parity — Then Stabilized. 3. Mixed Volunteer Crews for Navy. 4. Mrs. Franklin D. Steps Out.
cannot reduce .wages, we must raise other wages to parity — then prices and profits once raised to parity, should be stabilized for “duration.”
Native Son. America’s
. .. Social Document of Stepchildren .... By Richard Wright
Poverty And Production
MR. HENDRRSON says this is the
PRICE Administrator Leon Hender- best way to insure equal partition
(Continued from Last Week)
An economic service observes that industrial corporations may have to bear a disproportionate share of the tax burden. This observation is based on the theory that Congress, for obvious political reasons, may shirk from further taxing individuals until all possible revenue has been obtained from productive industry. If that comes to pass, it will amount to killing the goose that lays the golden egg. No one defends corporate profiteering at any time. But it should be clear to all that unless industry is able to earn the money that it needs to expand its facilities, attract investors and build up adequate reserves, our war production will hog down, vou can’t build and work and create with an empty pocketbook. The next tax bill should be a model of equitable treatment for all. It should give the corporation and industry precisely the same consideration it -gives the individual taxpayer. And, after industries have earned reasonable profits, the Treasury will get much of the money 'back in taxes on excess* profits, dividends, wages and salaries, j-tQ, To keep industry on the border line of poverty would be the surest possible way to hamper and delay and prevent essential war production, and destroy steady jobs.
son in a speech before a farmer organization last Saturday made a plea for the nation’s morale by each bearing his share of the na-
tional war effort.
‘It’s all right, Bigger,” she «id.
in the war, and keep up the nation’s morale which is necessary
for the full prosecution of the war. “Jan MEANS it. ’
He flushed warm
^ ^tThey
EVEN IN these strenuous times
it is hard for the good people of
WE HAVE noted in the last few
months a growing division in rhe hindering prejudices in the armed working group of the country, aue forces of the country, especially ij^Ttherine to the high wage of the “defense In the navy, the volunteer form worker” and the low wages of oth- °f defense. Since this is a vohrier workers, the larger profit of de- teer force, why not see if there
with anger.
G . . n her soul to h . 1! Was she laughing at him? Were they
they wanted?
leave him alone ? He was not
them. Yes, anything
could happen with people like these. His entire mind, and body
- - . ... . . . were painfully concentrated into a
fense industries and the low profits are m this country enough- Chris- • j * sh arp point of attention, of other endeavors. The high tian red-blooded he-man Americans UI1< y ersTand IIe wage worker is beginning to ex- who would volunteer to serve on He was trying desperately to un hibit a certain amount of snob- a battleship or two with a mixed derstand h g felt foolish sitting bishness towa:-d the low wage work- crew of white and black sailors’ behind the Peering wheel like this er. Remarks like these are being I ani sure when white and blacks and a white man hold hia heard: “He’s just a 100 dollar man.” grow ^accustomed to working with, hand what; would peaple pass _ “Don’t pay him any attention he or fighting with each other, where j along the street think* Hp* only makes $25.00 per.” “Too many there is no intentional animosity wa % conscious of his black
cheap workers around here.” “He provoked, racial discrimination will runs just a small plant.” “We cease at least for the term of the
war.
can’t bother about small business-’
What Retailing Is Doing
IF SUCH division is allowed to grow it will create a serious blow to the nation’s morale. All wages
skin and there was in him a prodding conviction that Jan and men like him had made it so that he would be conscious -of that black skin. Did not white people despise a black skin? Then why
(Illustrated by Oliver Harrington)
BIGGER WATCHED THEM IN THE MIRROR
« John P. Nichols, Managing Director of the Institute of Distribui on, lias issued a little booklet entitled, “With Chain Stores in ’41.” HHH
... , ,. . . . .. the 11)0 dollar man is sharing twice American wlych contained f»ct 8 o< direct interest to every American produce. as much as th(J 2|)0 do||ar man We nnaafety
and consumer.
The old hue and cry to the effect that the chains are destroying the independents, is shown to be completely unfounded. In 1933, independents did 71.3 per cent of the country’s retail business. In 1935, they did 73.3 per cent. In. 1939, they did 74.7 per cent. There have been no significant changes since. In other words, the independent is not an incompetent. He is well ahle to care for himself, and to present the chains with plenty of healthy competition.
UNJUST criticism of Mrs. Franklin D. Roosevelt forced her to resign
her non-paying position of Assis- was Jan doing this? Why was
should top living costs, all income fant Director of the Office of Civil Mary standing there so eagerly, should top expense. I* agree with Defense, but whether she is in or with shining eyes? What could Mr. Henderson that all should share out °f office. Mrs. Roosevelt* will they get out of this? Maybe they the burden of war according to slill ba the leader of millions of did not despise him? But th.ey their ability, but when a 100 dollar her admirers. made him feel his black skin by man, shares as much as the 200 just standing (here looking at him, dollar man. then it is obvious that JOE HEPCATv “Axis subs shell holding his hand and the other ^^t-
Chub?” Bigger asked in a tone that indicated that he was simply mentioning names and not recommend
ing places to go.
“No; we want to eat.”
“Look, Bigger. We want one of those places where colored people eat. not one of those show rflaces.’’ What DID these people
When he answered his
Public Sentiment^ In The Editor’s Mail
land demonstrating the smiling. He- felt he had no physi- vo ^f, ^ as .! lewt !’ al “ nd , l . one Jf. ss ;
unsafety of oceans.’
there’s Ernie’s Kitchen
Contributed Verse
LULLABY
(By Ricardo Weeks for the ANP)
American retailers, including both independents and chains, have Hush° an^lon’t a yo’ S cry! 1UmP ’
MY THOUGHTS
When in the War we’ll fight
been a dominant factor in fighting inflation. They have been piiblicly praised by Price Admdnistrator been Henderson, who has said that in his belief they have been more acutely aware of the inflation .problem than any other group. N Thousands of retailers have publicly pledged themselves to do everything in their power to prevent speculation, profiteering and preventable price increases, and they have fulfilld those pledges to
the letter.
These retailers have been leaders in selling Defense Stamps. Such bales are made, of course, without a penny of profit to themselves
the money all gees to the Treasury.
The retailers have put on extensive and successful promotional
campaigns to move record quantities of basic farm prodjucts, of which Goeg quietly on^tg way milk and cotton are outstanding examples. Rest yo’self until de dawn This iust touches a few highlights of retailing’s achievements in Awakes de sleepin’ day.
the public interest, in this war period, with priorities and scarcities and inflationary trends creating new problems for all the people, the soundness of the keen competitive system in retailing is being pro\ed
as never before.
Close yo’ eyes an’ go to sleep, Fo’ darkness lingers nigh. You look as tired as de day Dat rests when night befalls; So hush yo’ mouth an' close yo’
eyes
An’ heed de sandman’s call. Go to sleep, mah precious lamb,
Hush an’ don’t yo’ cry.
Close yo’ eyes in silent sleep
On mamma’s lullaby.
An’ stay dis way until de night
Go to sleep, mah sugar plum.
Hush an’ don’t yo’ cry
Shut yo ’eyes an’ go to sleep
Fo’ darkness lingers nigh.
cal existence at all right then; he Well, ^ was something he hated, the badge Shack . . . ’ of shame which he knew was at- “That sounds good!”
tached to a black skin. It was “Let’s go there, Jan,” Mary said a shadowy region, a No Man’s Land, “O. K.” Jan said. “Where fll
the ground that separated the white it?”
world from the black that he stood “ It - S at Forty-aeventh Street and upon. He felt naked, transparent; Indiana,” Bigger told them, ho felt that this wdiite man, hav- j an swung the car off the Outer ing helped to put him down, hav- Drive at Thirty-first Street and ing helped to deform him, held him drove westward to Indiana Ave-
Day after day, night after night, up new to look at 1/Tln and he aiuus- nu£ Bigger wanted Jan to drive And yet it’ll be a dreadful sight e( h At that moment he felt fW- faster, so that they could reach to see, ward Mary and Jan a dumb, cold, Ernie’s Kitchen Shack in the shortBecause it’s dreadful even over an d inarticulate hate. es t possible time. That w-ould althe sea. “Let me drive awhile,” Jan said, ] ow him a chance to sit in the car Isn’t it awful for you and me? letting go of his hand and opening stretch out his cramped and Some people have to die in the f* 16 door. aching legs while they ate. snow, Bigger looked at Mary. She came j a n turned onto Indiana Avenue How long does War last? Nobody forward and touched his arm. “It’s and headed south. Bigger wonderknows. all right, Bigger,” she said. He e d what Jack and Gus and G. H. In the summer we thought turned in the seat to get out, but would say if they saw* him sitEky is blue and grass is green,J Jan stopped him. ting betw-een tw*o white people in
“No; stay in and move oyer.” He a cair like'this. They would tease slid over and Jan took his place him about such a thing as long as at the wheel. He was still feel- they could remember it. He felt ing his hand strangely; it seemed Marv turn in her seat. She placed that the pressure of Jan’s fingers her hand on his arm.
had. left an indelible imprint. Mary was getting into the front seat, too. “Move over. Bigger,” she said. „ He moved over, closer to Jan.
Oh, why do®people have to he so
mean?
Let’s help make America better. All of us together But whatever we’ll do, we’ll fight, Day and night, and help America with all our might. —VIVIAN FINCH,
(13 years old.)
“Yoiv know, Bagger. I’/v*e long wanted to go into those hoises,” she said pointing to t£e tall, dark
Marv nushed herself in wedaing a W artment buildings looming to
J"; either side of them, “and just see
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ATTUCKS-DUKBAR
“I just can’t fljid time to read” is a statement, made all too frequently by many of us whenever hooks come up for discussion among our acquaintances. We have come to believe it to be au adequate and honest excuse. With the present war work we will be using it more often as our reason for not knowing what is happening in today’s work), for not having read anything to lift us out of today’s life. Yet we still find time to dp many things much less important than reading We do have many uses for our time these days, of course. That is alt the more reason why we must learn to utilize TIME to the best advantage, just as we are learning to utilize scrap paper, rubber, and metal. To use our few free minutes or hours with the best reading, we have to have that reading around. We need to have more In our homes than the daily newspaper and the latest popular magazines. To have good reading available need not be a financial burden. Your public library will loan you the books you want without charge. The Djqphat iBrancb Library, 16th end Colombia Avenue, is open every week day from 12:30, until 9:00 p. m. To help yop in your selection QI books the library has booklists, of good reading on many subjects and book reviews magazines. Make it a point to use the Dunbar Branch every week.
iness men, and she has taught at a leading secretarial school. Her book is enthusiastically recommended by both secretaries and educators as “the best book of its
kind . . . indispensable.”
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THE NEGRO PRESS. A contribution to National Negro Newspaper Week. The press has been the saving graee. No matter what is thought. Of that advancement of the race The present age has brought. Ah. it has fought with might and main And at terrific cost A fight that was against the grain That all might not be lost. Now let’s salute our noble press, A God-send it has been; This F know you will confess— Give it a bouquet then. Without tlu* press, where would we be ? The God of Heaven knows; I sn,v in all sincerity Lz't’s give our press a rose.
Comfort me.
No sisters, no brothers, No aunties, no cousins No relatives at all, I’m by myself. So I pray night and day When everything seems far-away Would it be better if I were an
Elf?
An elf is a fairy, told by millions But this, is so true and real There is no fiction Although, there is restriction Create COURAGE WITH IN me If it’s Thy “will.” —TNOMA IBE3RRY.
DON’T CARE BLUBS Use tried too hard and I’s# tried too much; Use seen de end of everything I touch:— An’ though Use learned how things should go. Somehow, I jes don’ care no mo’. Mah job is gone, mah friends is gone— Fo’ all mah schemin’ T'se left alone: When things start goin’ de way they do. De woman I love done left me too. So whn’da I care ’bout dis an’ dat. Or how I looks: or whar I’se at— T know dis road don’ lead nowhar. But right or wrong. I jes’ don’t ca re. —Jon McAliley Boyd for the ANP
tightly between him and the outer door of the car. There were white people to either side of him: he was sitting between two vast looming walls. Never in his life had he been so close to a white woman. He smelt the odor of her hair and felt the soft pressure of her thigh against his own. Jan headed the car back to the Outer Drive, ^weaving in and out of the line of traffic. Soon they were speeding along the lake front, past j."^ . a huge flat sheet of dully gleam
ing water.
with snow clouds and the wind
was blowing strong.
how your people live. You know* what T mean? I’ve been to England. France and Mexico, but I don’t know* how* people live ten blocks from me. We know so LITTLE about each other. I just want to SEE. I want to KNOW these people. Never in my life have I been inside a Negro home. Yet they MUST live like we live. They’re human . . . There are twelve million of them. . . . They
our country. ... In the
The skv was heaw sanie city with us • * • ” her voice
,i™ao‘ La trailed off wistfully.
There was silence. The car sped
•Wt it glorious tonight?” she iBlack^Belt. past tall
asked-
FOR A DARK GIRL
buildings holding black life. Bigger knew* that they were thinking of his life and the life o< his people. Suddenly he w*anted to seize some heavy object in his
so freely from their hand and grip it w*ith all the
strength of his body and in some
’ strange way rise up and stand in
naked space above the speeding car and with one final blow blot it out—with himself and them in it. His heart was beating fast and he struggled to control his breath.
“God, yes!” Jan said.
Bigger listened to the tone their voices, to their strange accents, to the exAiberant phrases
that flowed
lips.
“That sky!”
"And that water!’’
“It’s so beautiful it maH»s ache just to took at it,” said M%y. “This is a beautiful world, Bigger,” Jan said, thrning to him.
THE GREATNESS OF AMERICA. (by Ruth Taylor) What makes- America great? It is not the vastness of the country, nor the fruitfulness of its acres. It is not the hidden wealth of its natural resources, nor the size and variety of its manufacturing plants. ' It is not its deep harbors, nor its navigable rivers, nor the great arteries of its highways. What makes America great is its latent power to turn all of those into production for the good of all the people from coast to
coast.
The greatness of America depends upon you and me; ui>on each and every one of us, whether we live on a lonely farm or in the crowded city, whether we live on a tree shaded street in a quiet town, or under the shadow of the great sky scrapers of a hustling metropolis. As Lyman Abbott once wrote: “A nation is made great, not by its fruitful acres, but by the men who cultivate them: not by its mines, but by the men who work in them: not by its railways, hut by the men who build and run them. America was a great land® when Columbus discovered it; Americans have made of it a great
nation.”
A country is not greater than its citizens. We are a I’nited States of America because the men of this country decided to put aside sectional and religious differences to work together for the good pf the country as a whole. If we want to change our nation, we have the power to do so. by changing the minds of the men and women who comprise the country. If we want to he prosperous. we can. for new wealth can he built only by men. If we want security, we can build it. If we want to eradicate all evil systems and handicaps, we can — for
we created them.
America was male great by the men who built it. If it remains great, it will be the doing of you
and of me and of nil
better tomorrow. With each passing hour Mother Necessity is giving birth to an increasing family of Opportunities. The more terrible the war becomes the shorter it will be. Death and danger will plant healthier seeds of justice which will become a more * lasting harvest for future generation. It is time for Youth to take over _____ L. Baynard Whitney of Calvin Service.
THE DIES COMMITTEE Editor The Recorder, Dear Sir; The annual struggle for the continuance of the Dies congressional committee, is in full swing again. Each year the chairman, Martin Dies is the victim of the most damnable form of “mud slinging and name calling” imaginable. Some of our law makers are equally guilty, along with subversive groups, of trying to discredit this committee. Most of the southern delegation supported ChairmaiCDies in past years. There is a noticeable slackening of that support. The reason? Let’s see. This committee investigates unAmerican and subversive activities. Is sedition un-American? If so, then it’s un-American to revile and strike an American soldier because of his Race. An Army’s morale must be of the highest. Then surely it’s subversive to break or attempt to break the morale of any part of our Armed ForcesSince conditions are so bad in southern army camps, are we afraid of a real investigation?—on that won’t “white wash.” Ask the south, we don’t know the answer. These things we know: We’ll drop our grievance for the duration but we will continue to agitate for our share of the “American way of life,” for a chance to earn a living, for the right to serve, yes and die, if need be for this, our country. We know no
other.
Americans of every Race should
our fellow johi the effort to make this Amer-
Like a fiow*er That blossoms
in summer.
Look at that skyline!” Bigger This thing was getting the better looked without turning his head; a f him ; he felt that he could not he just rolled his eyes. Stretch- give way to his feelings like this, ing to one side of him was a vast Rut he could not help it. Why
Americans w*orking together as free men. We are in a war for the preservation of America. It is the fight of all of us — and working together we will win!
THE
DARK-SKINNED SPEAK
PEOPLES
Your z ?*•*> ° r ** 8Tll>i:NTS ’ "hither?
But I love yon.
(By Lucy Reynolds for ANP’ You came, the proud, the potent, and the wise; And fear came with you, hunger came and lies. Low singing and the quiet dip of
oars
-Ricardo Weeks for tlie ANP
( ‘JUST RIGHT”
She said—He was a
Peculiar fellow,
Are hushed in rowdy shouts along His skin were soothing brown, our shores. His eyes were grey You lift a cross and crushed us With “that” look far away to our knees; And a personality that really Our young men mar^h with death “Went to town.”
beyond the seas
To guard your gold; and where His hair was soft and curly, your steeples rise His voice: Low and sweet, Man festers with strange maladies, if you were the least romantic,
tiny squares of yellow light. “We’ll own all that some day, Bigger,” Jan said with a wave of his hand. “After the revolution it’ll be ours. But we’ll have to fight for it. What a world to win, Bigger! And when that day comes, things’ll be different. There’ll be no white and no black; there’ll be
no rich and no poor.” Bigger said suh.” nothing. The car whined along. “Can
had he done to them? What good could they get out of sitting here making him feel so miserable? “Tell me where it is. Bigger,”
Jan said. Yessuh.’
We are all familiar with that subtle conspiracy of pessimism with which the youth of our day becomes surrounded u p o n their first brush with life’s actualities.
ica just what we (in our hypocriey) call it, “The land of the brave
and the free.”
We know that our government is not perfect, and that there is much to be done in the years to c ome to bring it to date with changing conditions, but all these changes can be made under our republic as it has stood so long. During the trying days to come the Dies Committee will stand between those who would change our form of government to another of star-
Bigger looked out and saw they^It seems that the elders have al- gazing instability, and tear down w*ere at Forty-sixth Street. Sways ganged up on youth to con- the ramparts we have watched so
“It’s at the end of the next block.^vince them how hard and discour- long. Saging life really is. Many wise our boys in serviice are going some-limen of our time have therefore to protect what we hold so dear-
I park along here
and dies.
—2-
REV. J. H. BRANHAM.
He’d captivate you complete. He was tall, six-feet-two. Molded in porportion,
I am telling you.
more to this big
Rt> meant much tqwn Than lots of people thought; lie always helped those who were down And. too. he ever sought A way to lift our banner high
He knew how to walk. He knew how to talk, He knew how to “rise
And sit down,"
With a glance, you could
Standard Hanbook for
■^Hutchinson.
This is a real desk companion,
Secretariat By working in concert
And not by standing idly by With club in hand to hurt
not only producing tacts when the rbat''IkhIs 'townrd'Ire^oll 1 " Pal, ’
T ?n 9 : aftern,am
(orniatloq in an easily understood, —William Henry Huff
Before you came we were akin to
all—
The gossamer, the wind, the watdrfull The little brother’s ordered life
in fur,
His silk-soft glide, the flash of
wings awhir
Song was our daily bread before That he were’t a-tbit you came; Muscle bound. We shared no yoke with fear, no
couch with shame.
What profits it. that you have had
your way?
The friendly hands we offered
yesterday
Shall heap the earth tomorrow where you lie— You took the sword, and by the sword you die.
“We seem strange to you, don’t where?”
we. Bigger?” Mary asked. “Oh, yessuh.” gto the Great Work of Optimism “Oh, no’m” he breathed softly, “Bigger, please! Don’t say sir^in order to save civilization from knowing that she did not believe to me ... I don’t like it. You’re ^ ruination at the hands of dyspep-
him, but finding it impossible to a man just like I am; I’m no bet-itic pessimists.
answer her in any other way. His ter than you. Maybe other whitej' Legions of grammer sehopl. high arms and legs were aching from men like it. But I don’t. Look,!school and college graduates will being cramped into so small a Bigger ...” asoon find themselves face to face space, but he dared not move. He “Yes . . . /Bigger paused, swal-J with the problems of adjusting knew that they would not have lowed, and looked down at his""’- 1 — " l '"
cared if he had made himself more black hands. “O. K.,” he mum
jpgiven their full talents and careers ly. Let us preserve for their re- _. ,, ~ turn what they left in our care
here at home. We 'must keep, our republic safe, and word to the boys
comfortable, but his moving would Med, hoping that they did not hear [success* or failure will depend
see
He was the stoic kind,
You could readily see
For calmness were written
All over his face—
I wonder, if that personality
Should dis-appear
Will there be anyone else To take his place? (I doubt It.)
—INOMA BERRY.
have called attention to himself the choke in his voice and his black body. And he did “You see, Bigger . .
not want that. These people made ban.
him feel things he did not want Mary reached her hand round to feel. If he were white, if he back of Bigger and touched Jan’s
were like them, it would have been shoulder.
different. But he was black. So “Let’s get out,” she said hur-
he sat still, his arms and legs ach- riedly.
ing. Jan pulled the car to the curb “Say, Bigger,” asked Jan, “where and opened the door and stepped can we get a good meal on the out. Bigger slipped behind the South Side?” steering wheel again, glad to have “Well,” Bigger said, reflectively, room at last for his arms and legs. “We want to go to a REAL Mary got out of the other door, place,” Mary said, turning to him Now, he could get some rest. So “You want to go to a Night (Coot, on Page 7, Second Section)
themselves to the world as it is, and not as they think it is. Their
mainly upon the ATTITUDE they
Jan be-ftake toward life and its problems.
Youth generally meets the w*orld with a smiling courage and an “I jCan” spirit, and if they have not been ^too far miseduented in materialism. the great majority of them will be carried over the first asperities of life on the Wings of Inspiration and inspired enthusi-
asm that gets things done.
Alarmists cry that the world is going smash, that our vaunted'civilization is dying. Maybe it should die; there is a dangerous cancer on the body of Quo. Therefore, let youth keep on dreaming of a
is that “it will be here when you return a year or a decade hence.” Wright your congressmen, Louis Ludlow* and William Larrabee, office building. House of Representatives, Washington, D. C„ and telL them CONTINUE THE DIES COMMITTEE. S. C. BATES.
A TIMELY WORD TO PEONS ! If you don’t get your freedom now, I fear you will not get it; When would you get it? Also, how. Gainst foes who w*ould beset It? They’re heating now* their anvil* hot And whispering “doggone you, Wood sawing must still be your lot We shall keep shackles on you”. —William Henry Huff
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