开始作者从黑人的话语权引入，通过Hughs的一首诗“WE, TOO, SING AMERICA”来展开黑人对美国社会的各种贡献，包括文化，艺术，社会建设。从黑人参加的战争到被以奴隶贩卖到美洲大陆的那一刻，一直为美国社会做着贡献。他们绝不是起着轻微的作用。最后，黑人还是美国社会的injection，是他们不断激励督促的美国的well-being.
"We, Too, Sing 'America'"
by Duke Ellington
First of all, I should like to extend my sincere appreciation to the Rev. Karl Downs for theopportunity to appear on this very fine program and express myself in a mannernot often at my disposal. Music is my business, my profession and my life …but, even though it means so much to me, I often feel that I’d like to have mysay, on some of the burning issues confronting us, in another language … inwords of mouth.
There is a good deal of talk in the world today. Some view that as a bad sign. One of the Persianpoets, lamenting the great activity of men’s tongues, cautioned them to besilent with the reminder that, “In much of your talking, thinking is halfmurdered.” This is true no doubt. Yet in the day when men are silent becausethey are afraid to speak, indeed, have been forbidden to speak, I view thevolubility of unrestricted with great satisfaction. Here in America, thesilence of Europe, silent that is except for the harsh echoes of the dictators’voices, has made us conscious of our privileges of free speech, and like thedumb suddenly given tongue, or the tongue-tied eased of restraint, we babbleand bay to beat the band. Singly, as individuals, we don’t say much ofconsequence perhaps, but put together, heard in chorus, the blustering half-truths,the lame and halting logic, the painfully sincere convictions of Joe and Mary Doaks … compose a powerfulsymphony, which like the small boy’s brave whistle in the dark, serves noticeon the hobgoblins that we are not asleep, not prey to unchallenged attack. And,so it is, with the idea in mind of adding my bit to the meaningful chorus, thatI address you briefly this evening.
I have been asked totake as the subject of my remarks the title of a very significant poem, “We,Too, Sing America,” written by the distinguished poet and author, LangstonHughes.
In the poem, Mr.Hughes argues the case for democratic recognition of the Negro on the basis ofthe Negro’s contribution to America, a contribution of labor, valor, andculture. One hears that argument repeated frequently in the Race press, fromthe pulpit and rostrum. America is reminded of the feats of Crispus Attucks,Peter Salem, Black armies in the Revolution, the War of 1812, the Civil War,the Spanish-American War, the World War. Further, forgetful America is remindedthat we sing without false notes, as borne out by the fact that there are norecords of Black traitors in the archives of American history. This is all welland good, but I believe it to be only half the story.
We play more than aminority role, in singing “America.” Although numerically but ten percent ofthe mammoth chorus that today, with an eye overseas, sings “America” withfervor and thanksgiving, I say our ten percent is the very heart of the chorus:the sopranos, so to speak, carrying the melody, the rhythm section of the band,the violins, pointing the way.
I contend that the Negro is the creative voice of America, is creative America, and it was a happyday in America when the first unhappy slave was landed on its shores. There, inour tortured induction into this “land of liberty,” we built its most gracefulcivilization. Its wealth, its flowering fields and handsome homes; its prettytraditions; its guarded leisure and its music, were all our creations. Westirred in our shackles and our unrest awakened Justice in the hearts of acourageous few, and we recreated in America the desire for true democracy,freedom for all, the brotherhood of man, principles on which the country hadbeen founded. We were freed and as before, we fought America’s wars, providedher labor, gave her music, kept alive her flickering conscience, prodded her ontoward the yet unachieved goal, democracy — until we became more than a part ofAmerica! We — this kicking, yelling, touchy, sensitive, scrupulously demandingminority — are the personification of the ideal begun by the Pilgrims almost350 years ago. It is our voice that sang “America” when America grew too lazy,satisfied and confident to sing … before the dark threats and fire-lined cloudsof destruction frightened it into a thin, panicky quaver.
We are more than a fewisolated instances of courage, valor, achievement. We’re the injection, theshot in the arm that has kept America and its forgotten principles alive in thefat and corrupt years intervening between our divine conception and our neartragic present.