“I’m gwine for to live with the Lord!”
No wonder as he looks dismally back at the forest whence he came, and dismally forward to the hopeless set to which he is slowly being pushed, he lifts his plaintive voice in its heartbroken minor and wails:
“Swing low, sweet chariot, comin’ for to carry me home!”
““Home” is about the only place he can go, where they don’t oppress him.”
[7] The figures in this table were secured during the months of July and August 1917, and have probably been changed since.
[8] The fear that admitting local Negroes to the trade unions would flood the city with skilled Southern Negroes, was given as a reason by one Negro for the exclusion of his race-men from the unions, but was not mentioned by any of the white union officials.