1. Harlem Renaissance

2. The Beginnings 1920-30s Literature Music Theater Art Politics Zora Neale Hurston

3. Groundwork Education Employment Great Migration Publications Langston Hughes

6. Characteristics Roots of the African-American experience Racial pride Social and political equity

7. Cotton Club

8. Diversity of Expression Ghetto life — jazz Sophistication and glamour Urban life Rural South Audience — black or white; not mixed

9. Ending and Influence Great Depression Segregated Harlem Harlem exodus Resurrected in 1980s and 90s Louis Armstrong

10. Lasting Legacy “Strange Fruit” Billie Holiday Southern trees bear a strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop.

11. Lasting Legacy “'Tain't Nobody's Business If I Do” Bessie Smith There ain't nothing I can do, Or nothing I can say, That the folks don't criticize me; But I'm gonna do just as I Would do anyway, And I don't care if they all despise me! If I should take a notion To jump into the ocean, 'Tain't nobody's business if I do, do, do, love, do, do. If I let my best companion, Drive me right in the canyon, 'Tain't nobody's business if I do, if I do.

12. Lasting Legacy "Nobody's Business" Rihanna feat. Chris Brown You'll always be mine, sing it to the world Always be my boy, I'll always be your girl Nobody's business, ain't nobody's business Ain't nobody's business, But mine, and my baby Mine, and my baby, But mine, and my baby But mine, and my baby, ooh I love to love to love you baby I love to love to love you baby Me and you, get it? Ain't nobody's business Said it ain't nobody's business

13. Echos Past and Present “If We Must Die” By Claude McKay If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursèd lot. If we must die, O let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not be shed In vain; then even the monsters we defy Shall be constrained to honor us though dead! O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe! Though far outnumbered let us show us brave, And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow! What though before us lies the open grave? Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack, Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

14. Art and Artists Pablo Picasso West African Mask Aaron Douglas

15. We Wear the Mask by Paul Laurence Dunbar We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile And mouth with myriad subtleties, Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while We wear the mask. We smile, but oh great Christ, our cries To thee from tortured souls arise. We sing, but oh the clay is vile Beneath our feet, and long the mile, But let the world dream otherwise, We wear the mask!