The Booker T. Washington Papers, Vol.4, page 9, Sept. 1895, U. of Illinois Press

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SEPTEMBER · I 895 All this time the eyes of the thousands looked straight at the negro orator. A strange thing was to happen. A black man was to speak for his people with none to interrupt him. As Prof. Washington strode forward to the edge of the stage the low, descending sun shot fiery rays through the windows into his face. A great shout greeted him. He turned his head to avoid the blinding light and moved about the platform for relief. Then he turned his powerful countenance to the sun without a blink of the eyelids and began to talk. There was a remarkable figure, tall, bony, straight as a Sioux chief, high forehead, straight nose, heavy jaws and strong, determined mouth, with big white teeth, piercing eyes and a commanding manner. The sinews stood out on his bronzed neck, and his muscular right arm swung high in the air with a lead pencil grasped in the clenched brown fist. His big feet were planted squarely, with the heels together and the toes turned out. His voice rang out clear and true, and he paused impressively as he made each point. Within ten minutes the multitude was in an uproar of enthusiasm, handkerchiefs were waved, canes were flourished, hats were tossed in the air. The fairest women of Georgia stood up and cheered. It was as if the orator had bewitched them. NO CAUSE EVER PLEADED BETTER And when he held his dusky hand high above his head, with the fingers stretched wide apart, and said to the white people of the South on behalf of his race: ''In all things that are purely social we can be as separate as the fingers, yet one as the hand in all things essential to social progress'' the great wave of sound dashed itself against the walls and the whole audience was on its feet in a delirium of applause and I thought at that moment of the night when Henry Grady stood among the curling wreaths of tobacco smoke in Delmonico's banquet hall and said ''I am a Cavalier among Roundheads.'' ~ have heard the great orators of many countries, but not even Gladstone himself could have pleaded a cause with more consummate power than did this angular negro standing in a nimbus of sunshine surrounded by the men who once fought to keep his race in bondage. The roar might swell ever so high, but the expression of his earnest face never changed. A ragged ebony giant, squatted on the floor in one of the aisles, watched the orator with burning eyes and tremulous face until the 9