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In 1919 there was a wave of race riots consisting mainly of white assaults on black neighborhoods in a dozen American cities. Jamaican-born writer Claude McKay responded by writing this sonnet, urging his comrades to fight back. It had a powerful impact, then and later.

For what reason does McKay say even a doomed resistance is worth while?







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 accursed 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 deathblow!
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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There is no mystery god. YOU are the god!


















Your most sincere and loyal servant
suleiman= wise abdul = slave of
Rahman = The Benificent or The Doer of Good
so, the wise slave of, The Doer of Good
"Pluto sits out there, but still just a touch of the Sun moves her."
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@Sorry. Claude Mckay was a Jamaican. who proudced one of the greatest poem inter alia during the cultral rennaisance of the 1920-30's which was led by Caribbean writers and intellecutals of which Claude was one.

"@Sorry. Claude Mckay was a Jamaican. ..."





Maybe, you failed to,read the beginning of my post...

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"In 1919 there was a wave of race riots consisting mainly of white assaults on black neighborhoods in a dozen American cities. Jamaican-born writer Claude McKay responded by writing this sonnet, urging his comrades to fight back. It had a powerful impact, then and later.

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@Solomon. You are absolutely correct.

Apologies

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spoken like a true gentleman.

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@Solomon. Yes that picutre. The original bad man. Lawd have mercy. Style to the bitter end.

That is a man who says I am going down fighting and in style.

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My sincere thanks!

This poem is so good Winston Churchill read it in the Houses of Parliament during World War II....of course he 'forgot' to mention its author or its original context.