Harlem Quotes

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“Black is beautiful. Black isn’t power. Knowledge is power. You can be black as a crow or white as snow but if you don’t know and you ain’t got no dough, you can’t go and that’s for sho’.”
Lewis H. Michaux

James Baldwin
“Whose little boy are you?”
James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time

Langston Hughes
“Good morning, daddy!
Ain't you heard
The boogie-woogie rumble
Of a dream deferred?

Listen closely:
You'll hear their feet
Beating out and beating out a -

You think
It's a happy beat?

Listen to it closely:
Ain't you heard
something underneath
like a -

What did I say?

Sure,
I'm happy!
Take it away!
Dream Boogie

Hey, pop!
Re-bop!
Mop!

Y-e-a-h!”
Langston Hughes

“Naturally, this country can't stand truth.”
Lewis H. Michaux

Jacob M. Appel
“Harlem sleeps late.”
Jacob M. Appel, The Biology of Luck

“... Harlem was home; was where we belonged; where we knew and were known in return; where we felt most alive; where, if need be, somebody had to take us in. Harlem defined us, claiming our consciousness and, I suspect, our unconsciousness. (Page 64)”
Ossie Davis, With Ossie and Ruby: In This Life Together
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Chester Himes
“This was the neighborhood of the cheap addicts, whisky-heads, stumblebums, the flotsam of Harlem; the end of the line for the whores, the hard squeeze for the poor honest laborers and a breeding ground for crime. Blank-eyed whores stood on the street corners swapping obscenities with twitching junkies. Muggers and thieves slouched in dark doorways waiting for someone to rob; but there wasn't anyone but each other. Children ran down the street, the dirty street littered with rotting vegetables, uncollected garbage, battered garbage cans, broken glass, dog offal — always running, ducking and dodging. God help them if they got caught. Listless mothers stood in the dark entrances of tenements and swapped talk about their men, their jobs, their poverty, their hunger, their debts, their Gods, their religions, their preachers, their children, their aches and pains, their bad luck with the numbers and the evilness of white people. Workingmen staggered down the sidewalks filled with aimless resentment, muttering curses, hating to go to their hotbox hovels but having nowhere else to go.”
Chester Himes

James Baldwin
“In Harlem, Negro policemen are feared more than whites, for they have more to prove and fewer ways to prove it”
James Baldwin, Notes of a Native Son

“That was 1993 grunge in suburbia. This was 2003 hell in Harlem. (Dark City Lights)”
Eve Kagan

Louise Meriwether
“I wanted to hug them all. We belonged to each other somehow...But that sweet feeling hung on and I loved all of Harlem gently and didn't want to be Puerto Rican or anything else but my own rusty self.”
Louise Meriwether, Daddy Was a Number Runner

Kara Lee Corthron
“You know gentrification is deep when a garage rock band made up of three white boys is called "Harlem".”
Kara Lee Corthron, The Truth of Right Now

Brendan Mathews
“--and that if you gave them a dance floor and a full band to fuel them, they could do more than dance: they could fly. ....They did it without wings.”
Brendan Mathews, The World of Tomorrow

Kristen Henderson
“Editors keep pushing
deadline strain while people sleep
on benches and subway grates;
a welter weight boxer dances
on the platform at 125th Street
station, commuters look unfazed...”
Kristen Henderson, Of My Maiden Smoking

“The proponents of Harlem jive talk ... do not hope that courses in the lingo will ever be offered at Harvard or Columbia. Neither do they expect to learn that Mrs. Faunteen-Chauncey of the Mayfair Set addresses her English butler as 'stud hoss', and was called in reply, 'a sturdy old hen.' -- Original Handbook of Harlem Jive, 1944.”
Dan Burley, Dan Burley's Jive

Diane C. Fujino
“Activists from all over the world--the known & the unknown--would find their way to the Kochiyamas' Fri & Sat night open houses. 'People were everywhere, eating, talking, laughing, spilling out into the hallway [outside their apt]. People were even int he bathroom. You couldn't close the front door bc there were so many people inside,' recalled Herman Ferguson. The Kochiyamas' apt also became a central meeting place for the Movement.”
Diane C. Fujino, Heartbeat of Struggle: The Revolutionary Life of Yuri Kochiyama

Nils Christie
“We have torn down the worst slums. The natural meeting-points for the lumpenproletariat have been eliminated, converted into pleasant, dull, clean blocks for dull, clean, adapted families. In the absence of ghettos for the losers, they gather around the centres of pride. If Harlem and its equivalents did not exist, they would gather outside the Rockefeller Center.”
Nils Christie, Limits to Pain: The Role of Punishment in Penal Policy

“EVERYTHING ROUND AIN'T A BALL”
Qwana M. "BabyGirl" Reynolds-Frasier

Langston Hughes
“Well, I was looking for Justice," said Simple. "I was tired."

"Tired of what?"

"Of hearing the radio talking about the Four Freedoms all day long during the war and me living in Harlem where nary one of them freedoms worked--nor the ceiling prices either.”
Langston Hughes, The Return of Simple

“Scott Cooper Florida called the film [New Jack City] "a superior example of what used to be called blaxploitation.”
Scott Cooper Florida

Claude Brown
“Reno was somebody from the streets. I think he took to me because he saw me as somebody from the streets, somebody who hated to see the sun go down on Eighth Avenue, who would run up on Amsterdam Avenue, follow the sun down the hill, across Broadway, to the Drive and the Hudson River, and then would wait for the sun to come back. I guess Reno thought he'd found somebody who was destined to be in the streets of Harlem for the rest of his life.”
Claude Brown, Manchild in the Promised Land

Langston Hughes
“Oh, Lawd, I done forgot Harlem!

Say, you colored folks, hungry a long time in 135th Street--they got swell music at the Waldorf-Astoria. It sure is a mighty nice place to shake hips in, too. There's dancing after supper in a big warm room. It's cold as hell on Lenox Avenue. All you've had all day is a cup of coffee. Your pawnshop overcoat's a ragged banner on your hungry frame. You know, downtown folks are just crazy about Paul Robeson! Maybe they'll like you, too, black mob from Harlem. Drop in at the Waldorf this afternoon for tea. Stay to dinner. Give Park Avenue a lot of darkie color--free for nothing!”
Langston Hughes, Good Morning, Revolution: Uncollected Social Protest Writings