"America never was America to me" - People left out by the American Dream

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1st read­ing: Sum­mar­ise the speaker's key mes­sage in one or two sen­tences.
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Work sta­tions:
  • Sta­tion A: Themes and Per­spect­ives
  • Sta­tion B: Lan­guage and Styl­istic Devices
  • Sta­tion C: Struc­ture and Com­pos­i­tion
  • Sta­tion D: His­tor­ical Con­text and Rel­ev­ance Today

Let Amer­ica be Amer­ica again by Lang­ston Hughes (1935).

Let Amer­ica be Amer­ica again.

Let it be the dream it used to be.

Let it be the pi­on­eer on the plain

Seek­ing a home where he him­self is free.



(Amer­ica never was Amer­ica to me.) [...]



O, let my land be a land where Liberty

Is crowned with no false pat­ri­otic wreath1,

But op­por­tun­ity is real, and life is free,

Equal­ity is in the air we breathe.



(There's never been equal­ity for me,

Nor free­dom in this home­land of the free.)



Say, who are you that mumbles2 in the dark?

And who are you that draws your veil3 across the stars?



I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,

I am the Negro bear­ing slavery's scars.

I am the red man4 driven from the land,

I am the im­mig­rant clutch­ing5 the hope I seek—

And find­ing only the same old stu­pid plan

Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak. [...]



I am the farmer, bonds­man6 to the soil.

I am the worker sold to the ma­chine.

I am the Negro, ser­vant to you all.

I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—

Hungry yet today des­pite the dream.

Beaten yet today—O, Pi­on­eers!

I am the man who never got ahead,

The poorest worker bartered7 through the years.



Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream

In the Old World while still a serf of kings,

Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,

That even yet its mighty dar­ing sings

In every brick and stone, in every fur­row8 turned

That's made Amer­ica the land it has be­come.

O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas

In search of what I meant to be my home—

For I'm the one who left dark Ire­land's shore,

And Po­land's plain, and Eng­land's grassy lea9,

And torn from Black Africa's strand10 I came

To build a home­land of the free.

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The free?

Who said the free?  Not me?

Surely not me?  The mil­lions on re­lief11 today?

The mil­lions shot down when we strike?

The mil­lions who have noth­ing for our pay?

For all the dreams we've dreamed

And all the songs we've sung

And all the hopes we've held

And all the flags we've hung,

The mil­lions who have noth­ing for our pay—

Ex­cept the dream that's al­most dead today.



O, let Amer­ica be Amer­ica again—

The land that never has been yet—

And yet must be—the land where every man is free.

The land that's mine—the poor man's, In­dian's, Negro's, ME—

Who made Amer­ica,

Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,

Whose hand at the foundry12, whose plow in the rain,

Must bring back our mighty dream again.



Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—

The steel of free­dom does not stain.

From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,

We must take back our land again,

Amer­ica!



O, yes,

I say it plain,

Amer­ica never was Amer­ica to me,

And yet I swear this oath—

Amer­ica will be!



Out of the rack and ruin of our gang­ster death,

The rape and rot of graft13, and stealth, and lies,

We, the people, must re­deem

The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.

The moun­tains and the end­less plain—

All, all the stretch of these great green states—

And make Amer­ica again!

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1wreath Kranz - 2to mumble talk­ing in an un­clear man­ner - 3veil Schleier - 4red man an old-​fashioned and now of­fens­ive term for a per­son of Nat­ive Amer­ican ori­gin - 5to clutch to take hold of sth. tightly -

6bonds­man slave- 7to barter here: selling some­thing for cheap - 8fur­row Ack­er­furche - 9lea Aue - 10strand here: shore - 11on re­lief re­ceiv­ing un­em­ploy­ment be­ne­fit - 12foundry Metallgießerei - 13graft - Be­stechung

"America never was America to me" - People left out by the American Dream

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