courage and faith in
living maintain reservoir
of human feeling
The Addison Gallery of American Art has a gallery of photographs titled, “Harlem Heros.”
One photograph is of Sarah Victor.
Famous for a time and to some, Sarah Victor was the pastry chef at the Algonquin hotel.

In his book on managing the hotel, Frank Case wrote about Sarah.
When she died all the papers featured obituaries and the dignified Times saw fit to print a two-column picture with a story. She was a devout Catholic and at her funeral, although it was a cold winter morning and the hour an early one, the church was filled with mourning friends, both black and white. If any of you have a Sarah in your home, treasure her; you will never get another.
In the Addison Gallery of American Art, below the photo of Sarah, there is the following text written by Richard Wright from his book, “Twelve Million Black Voices” where he writes:
We go home pleasantly tired and sleep easily, for we know that we hold somewhere within our hearts a possibility of inexhaustible happiness … We take this feeling with us each day and it drains the gall out of our years … Some say that, because we possess this faculty of keeping alive this spark of happiness under adversity, we are children. No, it is the courage and faith in simple living that enable us to maintain this reservoir of human feeling …
The full text reads …
We go home pleasantly tired and sleep easily, for we know that we hold somewhere within our hearts a possibility of inexhaustible happiness; we know that if we could but get our feet planted firmly upon this earth, we could laugh and live and build. We take this feeling with us each day and it drains the gall out of our years, sucks the sting from the rush of time, purges the pain from our memory of the past, and banishes the fear of loneliness and death. When the soil grows poorer, we cling to this feeling; when clanking tractors uproot and hurl us from the land, we cling to it; when our eyes behold a black body swinging from a tree in the wind, we cling to it. . . .
Some say that, because we possess this faculty of keeping alive this spark of happiness under adversity, we are children. No, it is the courage and faith in simple living that enable us to maintain this reservoir of human feeling, for we know that there will come a day when we shall pour out our hearts over this land.
Neither are we ashamed to go of a Saturday night to the crossroad dancehall and slow drag, ball the jack, and Charleston to an old guitar and piano. Dressed in starched jeans, an old silk shirt, a big straw hat, we swing the girls over the plank floor, clapping our hands, stomping our feet, and singing:
(12 Million Black Voices: A folk history of the Negro in the United States, Viking, New York, 1941).
The courage and faith in simple living that enable us to maintain this reservoir of human feeling.
DEI my ass.
If you watched the scene today in the Oval Office and you were proud …



