African Americans; United States -- Race relations
One would expect as the accompaniment of this show life a great
number of strolling musicians and a poor folk wandering from town to
town. But there are practically none. Strolling musicians now obtain
polite employment at the many cinema houses where sensational pictures
alternate with low vaudeville. Southern talent meets with a boisterous
reception from the twenty-cent houses of Atlanta and New Orleans.
One hears very broad humor upon occasion, frantic burlesques of the
nervous hysteria and half-witted ignorance of the “nigger”—when the
white man makes up as a Negro he always shows something lower than the
Negro. At one show in New Orleans the whole audience roared with mirth
at a competition in what was called “fizzing,” the spitting of chewed
tobacco in one another’s faces and the bandying of purely Southern
epithets and slang. Music is little developed among the Whites, though
the singing of “Dixie” choruses is hailed as almost national. Musical
instruments are now rare, even among the Negroes, and seem to have
been displaced by the gramophone. There is no “gridling,” no beggars
singing hymns on the city streets. In the country there are few tramps.
The ne’er-do-wells are to be found more in the market places and the
cheap streets. Prohibition has subterraneanized that part of the drink
traffic which it has not killed, and the hitherto unemployed find a
congenial occupation leading the thirsty to the “blind tigers.” It is
rare to come across a man on the road, and Vachel Lindsay, tramping
Georgia and reading his poems to the farmers, must have been unique,
not only as a poet, but as a tramp. I saw nothing resembling the grand
procession of “hoboes” that I met when tramping to Chicago seven years
ago. Perhaps it was because immigration had ceased, and throughout the
whole of America there was a need for labor which absorbed all men. Yet
there could have been few on the road even before the war: the vast
number of Blacks makes it unfitting for a white man to be tramping, and
there is, moreover, less chance for a white man to get work in any case.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account