1. Harlem Renaissance 1920-1930 The Flowering of African American Creativity

2. Why? How? The Great Migration Jim Crow Laws WEB Dubois and the NAACP Marcus Garvey and the ‘Back to Africa” movement

3. Literature Langston Hughes Zora Neale Hurston Nella Larson James Weldon Johnson

4. Art Aaron Douglas Jacob Lawrence Archibald Motley

5. Music The Blues-Jazz Louis Armstrong Duke Ellington Josephine Baker Bessie Smith Ethel Waters

6. Palmer Hayden, Jeunesse,Jeunesse Archibald J. Motley, Nightlife,Nightlife

7. Aaron Douglas, Study for Aspects of Negro Life: The Negro in an African Setting,Study for Aspects of Negro Life: The Negro in an African Setting Aaron Douglas, Into BondageInto Bondage

8. Henry Ossawa Tanner (American, 1859-1937), The Banjo LessonThe Banjo Lesson Henry Ossawa Tanner, The SeineThe Seine

9. The Migration by Jacob Lawrence Les Fetiches by Lois Mailou Jones

10. Baptizing Day by Palmer Hayden End of the Day by Ellis Wilson

11. Ellis Wilson Art

12. Funeral Procession Field Workers

13. Flower Vendor Two Mothers

14. Archibald J. Motley Jr. Art

15. Blues Tongues (Holy Rollers)

16. Saturday Night Scene

17. Hot Rhythm

18. Jacob Lawrence

20. Poetry- Langston Hughes Bad Morning Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy-mercy! I’s frustrated

21. Hope Sometimes when I’m lonely, Don’t know why, Keep thinkin’ I won’t be lonely By and by.

22. Luck Sometimes a crumb falls From the tables of joy, Sometimes a bone Is flung. To some people Love is given, To others Only heaven.

23. American Heartbreak I am the American heartbreak Rock on which Freedom Stumps its toe- The great mistake That Jamestown Made long ago.

24. Still Here I’ve been scarred and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, sun has baked me. Looks like between ‘em They done tried to make me Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’- But I don’t care! I’m still here!

25. Final curve When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left

26. Wake Tell all my mourners To mourn in red- Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’dead

27. Dream Deferred What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— and then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load Or does it just explode?

28. Dream Dust Gather out of star-dust Earth-dust Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust Not for sale