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Uncle Tom or New Negro

Can't seem to shake this notion of an "Uncle Tom." I came across this review of a collection of essays entitled Uncle Tom or New Negro: African Americans Reflect on Booker T. Washington and 100 Years Later at the American Heritage website. I remember enjoying Up From Slavery very much the first time I read it years ago, as I thought it was incredible the way Washington was able to build a school at Tuskegee literally from the ground up with the students making their own bricks because of the high price charged by local contractors. Quite a metaphor in that one.

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  1. Also interesting. Maybe a subscription to the new/old American Heritage is in order, too.

    His metaphor about the fingers and the hand actually remind me of Lincoln's words.

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  2. Washington's accomplishments were incredible, but he lost the PR war. Doubt he can ever be rehabilitated.

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  3. That he was able to get money for Tuskegee college was a major feat (not fete as I first spelled it -- although I'm sure it was that, too). And those HBCUs have endured and prospered -- I would assume that's a tribute to him.

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  4. Here is a very thoughtful, and I might add guarded, critique of Booker T. Washington by W.E.B. DuBois,

    http://historymatters.gmu.edu/d/40/

    It would seem that DuBois viewed Washington as an "Old Negro."

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