By Langston Hughes, Joseph McLaren
I'm wondering As I Wander is the second one quantity of Langston Hughes's autobiography, taking on the place the massive Sea ended. overlaying the interval from his twenty-ninth 12 months to his thirty-fifth 12 months, this quantity, which used to be initially released in 1956, is full of brilliant photos of the folks and locations Hughes encountered in the course of his travels worldwide.
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At the gate, I discovered to my discomfort, that they would not sell colored people the customary dollar entrance tickets at all, although they were sold quite freely to whites for a single afternoon’s bathing. If you were colored, the gatekeeper demanded a season ticket.
I had had a scholarship to college. After graduation a monthly sum from my patron enabled me to live comfortably in suburban New Jersey, an hour from Manhattan, revising my novel at leisure. Propelled by the backwash of the “Harlem Renaissance” of the early twenties, I had been drifting along pleasantly on the delightful rewards of my poems which seemed to please the fancy of kind-hearted New York ladies with money to help young writers. The magazines used very few stories with Negro themes, since Negro themes were considered exotic, in a class with Chinese or East Indian features.
Life seemed ﬂuid, intense, and warm in the busy streets of Havana. Our hotel was patronized mostly by Cubans from the provinces, with huge families. Its inner balconies around an open courtyard were loud with the staccato chatter of stout mamas and vivacious children. Its restaurant on the ﬁrst ﬂoor—with the entire front wall open to the street—was as noisy as only a Cuban restaurant can be, for, added to all the street noises, were the cries of waiters and the laughter of guests, the clatter of knives and forks, and the clinking of glasses at the bar.
Autobiography: I Wonder As I Wander (Collected Works of Langston Hughes, Vol 14) by Langston Hughes, Joseph McLaren