The Crisis Reader: Stories, Poetry, and Essays from the NAACP's Crisis Magazine


After its start in 1910, The Crisis: A Record of the Darker Races magazine became the major outlet for works by African American writers and intellectuals. In 1920, Langston Hughes's poem "The Negro Speaks of Rivers" was published in The Crisis and W. E. B. Du Bois, the magazine's editor, wrote about the coming "renaissance of American Negro literature," beginning what is now known as the Harlem Renaissance.

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After its start in 1910, The Crisis: A Record of the Darker Races magazine became the major outlet for works by African American writers and intellectuals. In 1920, Langston Hughes's poem "The Negro Speaks of Rivers" was published in The Crisis and W. E. B. Du Bois, the magazine's editor, wrote about the coming "renaissance of American Negro literature," beginning what is now known as the Harlem Renaissance.

The Crisis Reader is a collection of poems, short stories, plays, and essays from this great literary period and includes, in addition to four previously unpublished poems by James Weldon Johnson, work by Countee Cullen, Langston Hughes, Jessie Fauset, Charles Chesnutt, W. E. B. Du Bois, and Alain Locke.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"The world does not know that a people is great until that people produces great literature and art."    --James Weldon Johnson

"Until The Crisis Reader, no broad collection of writings from one of America's most influential journals of opinion existed. Sondra Kathryn Wilson has remedied this amazing lacuna with her excellent edition. It will be an indispensable source from the moment of issue."
--David Levering Lewis, author of the Pulitzer Prize-winning biography W. E. B. Du Bois

"The Crisis Reader offers riches from the heyday of black America' s most significant journal. Here are all the now famous names and their now famous poems and articles, and others undeservedly unknown today. Any serious student of black literature and politics will want this volume, as will those many others who long for a look at yesterday, when black bards sang."    --Julian Bond, chairman of the board, N.A.A.C.P.

Michael Anderson
...[A] generous anthology drawn from the DuBois years....[of] impassioned editorials and imperious pronouncements on social policy...
The New York Times Book Review
Michael Anderson
...[A] generous anthology drawn from the DuBois years....[of] impassioned editorials and imperious pronouncements on social policy... -- The New York Times Book Review
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780375752315
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 8/28/2003
  • Series: Harlem Renaissance Series
  • Edition description: 1ST
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 464
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Sondra Kathryn Wilson is a senior researcher at Harvard's W. E. B. Du Bois Institute, and editor of several volumes of the work of James Weldon Johnson. She lives in New York City.
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Gwendolyn Bennett

To Usward

Let us be still
As ginger jars are still
Upon a Chinese shelf.
And let us be contained
By entities of Self. . . .
Not still with lethargy and sloth,
But quiet with the pushing of our growth.
Not self-contained with smug identity
But conscious of the strength in entity.
If any have a song to sing
That's different from the rest,
Oh let them sing
Before the urgency of Youth's behest!
For some of us have songs to sing
Of jungle heat and fires,
And some of us are solemn grown
With pitiful desires,
And there are those who feel the pull
Of seas beneath the skies,
And some there be who want to croon
Of Negro lullabies.
We claim no part with racial dearth;
We want to sing the songs of birth!
And so we stand like ginger jars
Like ginger jars bound round
With dust and age;
Like jars of ginger we are sealed
By nature's heritage.
But let us break the seal of years
With pungent thrusts of song,
For there is joy in long-dried tears
For whetted passions of a throng!

"to usward" was published in may 1924.

Arna Bontemps


Lone and dismal; hushed and dark,
Upon the waves floats an empty bark.
The stars go out; the raindrops fall,
And through the night comes a ghostly call--
My lone and dismal life's a-float
Upon the seas like an empty boat.
Above the heights where the sea-gulls soar,
The thunder lifts its resonant roar.
Like a jagged arrow a flash is sent,
That splits the clouds with a double rent.
And just beyond my bark that drifts,
Moonbeams steal through the kindly rifts.

Oh bury my bones in the dark of the moon,
In a place where the soil is bare,
And none will say that I mar the clay
Or the vine buds there too soon.
But the worm will think me sweet somehow.
As he gnaws away I'll hear him say,
"I scorn the taste of white flesh now".

"Hope" and "Dirge" were published in August 1924 and May 1926, respectively.

The Servant

In this short story, Fenton Johnson introduces the reader to Elizabeth (Eliza) Jan, an African-American servant. Liza, a Southerner, finds herself working for an "uppity" Chicago black family. Although the indignities of racism have always been part of her existence, she now experiences a feeling of separation based on social class within her own race. This short story was published in August 1912.

"Ah sho' ain't gwine tuh wohk foh dese hyar cullud folks no mo'. 'Deed ah isn't."
And in these words, spoken during great emotional stress, Eliza Jane, three weeks removed from the Southland, announced to herself her dissatisfaction with the Crawfords.

"It's nuffin' but wohk, wohk, wohk all de' time as if ah nevah gits tiahed. It's 'Liza dis and 'Liza dat an' nevah do dey say when de day am done: 'Won't you come wif us to de festival or de 'vival meetin'?' Ah's gwine tuh quit dese high-toned folks, an' git in some white fam'ly. Ah's too lonely heah."

The Crawfords were well-to-do Chicago Negroes. Mr. Crawford was a lawyer, who in recent years had acquired a fortune through real estate. His wife was the daughter of a Southern Congressman of re-construction days, and was consequently proud of her money and family. They had two children, Wallace and Aline, who were students of the university, and very popular among the young people of their race. According to their point of view those who were inferior to them intellectually were not their equals socially and the servant's position was the lowest plane of society. Mrs. Crawford was a prominent clubwoman and intimate with the leading social workers of both races. Mr. Crawford belonged to the Elmore Club, an organization of colored professional and business men, who had purchased a neat little clubhouse where they could play billiards and entertain their wives and friends at dances and whist parties. He had received his education at Fisk University and a Chicago law school, and was looked upon with high respect by the black world.

Eliza came to them from the backwoods of Georgia with one gingham dress and a pair of squeaky new shoes. Mrs. Crawford engaged her partly on account of her pretty face and her seeming willingness to do as she was bidden; and for a day or two the little Georgian appeared satisfied, for she was in financial straits and the liberal wages were uppermost in her mind. But when Mrs. Crawford advanced her half of her wages the irresponsible creature had enough to satisfy her few wants and began to discover the faults in her situation. Mrs. Crawford was too haughty; Aline too proud and cold; Wallace never had a pleasant word for her or asked her to go out with him; and Mr. Crawford was splenetic and hard to please. The work was too confining; she longed for the open air and for the freedom of her own Georgia land. Every night the lights on State Street shone so brightly, emphasizing her loneliness in a city where she had neither friends nor acquaintances.

In Georgia she was not confronted with the social problem. There she worked for the whites and associated with the blacks; there the color line obliterated every other line society should wish to draw. No rich Negroes asserted their superiority over her; she was just plain Eliza and they were Moses or Mandy, as the case might be. And now that she was up North, where money was the basis of social stratum, inferiority within the race was sickening and disappointing.

That was the situation that confronted her that Friday evening as she sat before the little mirror in her room.
Softly to her ears came the low strains of a violin. Music! How it touched her soul! Could she resist the spell? Could she, who loved to hear the drowsy humming of the bees and the endless song of the brook back there in Georgia, refrain from listening to the melody of rosin and bow? With low, measured step she left her room and went upstairs to the library, where the Friday Evening Culture Club, a young people's organization, was being entertained by Wallace and Aline. With a slight tremor, for she feared that she was breaking some social rule, she knocked on the door, which was presently opened by Wallace himself, standing before her with bow and violin.
" 'Scuse me, please. Ah jes' wants tuh heah de music, dat's all. Ah laks music so," she said, her voice trembling with fear.
"Oh, it is you," was all that Wallace said, as he motioned her to a seat in the corner.

There were about twenty young people in the library and the music room. They were elegantly dressed, intelligent in countenance, and many of them handsome. At the time Eliza entered Aline was playing a selection from Chopin on the piano, and the members of the club were conversing in low tones. Eliza could not understand the drift of their conversation; such names as Ibsen, Galsworthy and Shaw were mentioned. The problem novel was discussed, and current politics was made the ground for friendly argument among the boys. All this was Greek to the little unlettered girl in the corner, and her large black eyes opened wide with astonishment and her breath heaved with wonder.

Presently a young octoroon girl, who had acquired some reputation among her people as a concert singer, was called upon by the presiding officer to render a contribution to the program. Aline accompanied her as in a voice both sweet and technically correct she rendered a love song from Schubert, and for an encore sang in a tone of passionate tenderness the "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot," of plantation days.

The singer was followed by Wallace, who said: "I might give you something from the masters, but as we have music of our own I think it is better that we should cultivate that."

And so the young musician tuned his instrument and started to play the sorrow songs that can never die, because they are the genuine expression of American life. As the wild passionate music came forth, trembling with its pathos, a tear glistened in Eliza's eye. She saw the little cabin that she called home, the burning sand where the Negro children played, the cotton field with its wealth of snowy blossoms, and the lane on a moonlight night when the dusky lovers plighted their troth, free from the problem of color. She saw the grave where her mother lay, gone to sleep too soon because poverty had preyed on her and won the battle. She saw the river winding its way through eternity, bringing as its tribute the body of her father, given to the water by a crowd of hilarious poor whites, drunk with cheap corn whiskey.

And he, who thus played the old plantation songs, was he not more than she? He could throw on the screen of her mind pictures of her home life by means of an instrument that she could not even wield. He and his sister were versed in the lore and the music of civilization. Within her bosom was nothing save the emotions that she could feel so vividly but could not express. To him culture had granted the gift to interpret the joys and sorrows of the human soul; and some mysterious power had denied her that sweet privilege.

As all this flashed across her mind, she realized her utter littleness. Rising, her face wet with tears, she left the room so quietly that no one noticed her departure.

When she had reached her room she threw herself across the bed and sobbed as if her heart were bursting.
"Ah wants tuh luhn! Ah wants tuh luhn! Ah's so po' an' nuffin' lak. Ah wants tuh luhn."

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Table of Contents

Editing the Crisis
To Usward 3
Hope 4
Dirge 4
Scintilla 5
The Freedom of the Free 6
After the Storm 8
The Road to the Bow 9
Shakespeare's Sonnet 10
Dad 11
Bread and Wine 12
Sonnet to Her 12
Gospel for Those Who Must 13
Again It Is September 14
Rencontre 14
"Courage!" He Said 15
The Teacher 17
Vision of a Lyncher 17
Letters Found Near a Suicide 18
Harlem 23
The Negro Speaks of Rivers 24
The South 24
Being Old 25
Negro Soldiers 26
Old Things 27
True Wealth 27
My Love 28
Prejudice 29
Motherhood 29
Decay 29
Courier 30
Father, Father Abraham 31
Brothers 31
Helene 34
The River 35
Moods 36
A Passing Melody 36
The International Spirit 37
Sonnet 38
The Proletariat Speaks 38
Exodus 40
Bluebird 40
The Little Page 41
Dunbar 42
White Things 42
Song of the Son 43
Banking Coal 44
The Servant 47
Emmy 51
A Man They Didn't Know 79
The Doll 89
Mr. Taylor's Funeral 98
The Marked Tree 109
A Tale of the North Carolina Woods 122
"High Yaller" 127
The Death Game 145
Unfinished Masterpieces 160
Nothing New 164
Drab Rambles 172
The Man Who Wanted to Be Red 181
On the Fields of France 191
The Broken Banjo 194
Exit, an Illusion 211
Twilight: An Impression 221
All God's Chillun Got Eyes 224
On Being Young - a Woman - and Colored 227
The Young Blood Hungers 232
College 237
Countee Cullen to His Friends 242
An Autobiography 245
New Literature on the Negro 247
The Symbolism of Bert Williams 255
Placido 260
Negro Authors and White Publishers 263
Steps Toward the Negro Theatre 267
The National Association of Negro Musicians 273
Soviet Russia and the Negro 276
The Younger Literary Movement 288
Antar, Negro Poet of Arabia 293
The Negro in Literature 304
Criteria of Negro Art 317
Our Negro "Intellectuals" 326
A Musical Invasion of Europe 334
Negro Authors' Week: An Experiment 341
The Work of a Mob 345
Documents of the War 351
Marcus Garvey 360
The Faith of the American Negro 366
Cooperation and the Negro 371
John Brown Day 374
Temperament 377
Three Achievements and Their Significance 385
The Present South 394
Africa - Our Challenge 400
Biographical Notes of Contributors 409
Bibliography 421
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