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=Hard Times in America=

"Migrant Mother" (1936) by Dorothea Lange, Retrieved from http://www.americaslibrary.gov/aa/lange/aa_lange_power_2

"The squatting men looked down again. What do you want us to do. We can't take less share of the crop--we're half starved now. The kids are hungry all the time. We got no lothes, torn an' ragged. If all the neighbors weren't the same we'd be ashamed to go to the meeting" (Steinbeck, p. 44).

"In The little houses the tenant people shifted their belongings and the belongings of their fathers and of their grandfathers. Picked over their possessions for the journey to the west. The men were ruthless because the past had been spoiled, but the women knew how the past would cry to them in the coming days" (Steinbeck, p. 117).



Migration Series by Jacob Lawrence panel 3: "//In every town Negroes were leaving by the hundreds to go North and enter into Northern industry."// Retrieved from http://www.whitney.org/jacoblawrence/art/img/pho343x222transition.jpg

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[|Mother to Son by Langston Hughes -- Read by Sylvia Rohne]

Mother to Son by Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell you: Life for me ain't been no crystal stair. It's had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on, And reachin' landin's, And turnin' corners, And sometimes goin' in the dark Where there ain't been no light. So, boy, don't you turn back. Don't you set down on the steps. 'Cause you finds it's kinder hard. Don't you fall now— For I'se still goin', honey, I'se still climbin', And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.