Race and Place Newspapers
The Reflector
Newspaper InformationLocation: Charlottesville, Virginia Date of Publication: October 21, 1933 (Wednesday) Frequency: weekly
Article Transcripts
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Column 01 The Forgotten Man Transcript of Article
The National Recovery Administration, a plan devised to increase the purchasing power of the country, has been somewhat beneficial.
One has
just to glance at the business notes of any morning paper to find this to be true. The hours of labor have been modified by
the codes and minimum
laws have been drafted and passed. The first part of the program is over, the introduction has been made and now, evening
papers scream to us,
"buy now!" High pressured speakers urge us from platform and radio to "do our part", and even the motion picture stars take
turns at brief
intervals between an evening's program at the theatre, to preach the virtues of N. R. A., and the necessity of keeping the
dollar rolling.
Yes, the first step is completed, but the average Negro looks at the proceedings half amazed. He reads the papers advice to
buy now, he hears
the counsel of distinguished speakers, urging him to "do his part", but he cannot understand step number two of this program.
For him, it is a little
advanced, perplexing. He finds his chief means of livelihood, domestic labor, agriculture and of course miscellaneous, unaffected
by codes that
will adjust his working hours or his pay envelope. He is barred from certain jobs displaying the N. R. A. sign because the
minimum wage allowed
under the code is more money than he needs to live on. His clothes, his foodstuff, and his fuel amount to twice the price
that they were twelve
months ago, his chances for existence are fewer, his hopes are darkened by the wing of the Eagle, rather than brightened.
He sees those of his
race dismissed with the coming of the Emblem and substituted by white workers, he desolately notes that winter is approaching
and the line of
unemployed, among his groups, is becoming longer. Suddenly, it dawns upon him, that he is The Forgotten Man in all of this
recovery talk, and
he ponders over the second step. He wonders too, how soon it will be when he may be given a chance to convalesce under the
recovery Codes.
Summary of Article Asserts that the N.R.A. is not benefiting Negro workers because
it has led to price increases as well as increased discrimination in the labor market.
Column 02 Why Be Patriotic? Transcript of Article
After relating five recent lynchings, several incidents where Negroes were denied much needed attention at white hospitals
and the decisions of
certain states professional school that barred a very capable Negroe's admission, a feature writer of our race concludes that
the black man is
truly a man without a country and frankly asks the world, just why he should be patriotic.
The writer did not exaggarate his charges, for it is true that many Negroes are victims of mob violence in this country every
year. There are cases
also on record, that have attracted National attention where hospitals actually closed its doors to injured Negroes when an
hour's attention may
have saved his life. Two cases are now pending Supreme Court hearing to determine whether or not a State may bar a certain
group of citizens
from professional training without providing such a place where similar training may be obtained.
Had the young writer made a further study, he would have learned that hundreds of men and women of the white race have interested
themselves
in our cause and have been instrumental in lifting far more Negroes than are lifted every year by the Interracial Committee,
the N. A. A. C. P.
and other organizations devoted to interracial goodwill work. He might have also studied and ascertained that millions of
dollars have been
donated by philanthropists of the white race for Negro Schools and hospitals. We feel that the question (Why be Patriotic?)
is useless, for the
consideration shown the race in the past and present by well-thinking white people has been the compensation of a democracy.
Consequently,
we should be broadminded enough to ignore the wrongs of a petty, undemocratic group, and let nothing interfere with our being
patriotic for no
other single element so surely guarantees perpetual democracy as does patriotism.
Summary of Article Asserts that the question "Why be patriotic," is usless because
"no other single element so surely guarantees perpetual democracy as does patriotism."
Column 03 The Spirit of Tipytown Transcript of Article
Typitown, as we have mentioned before, is a little city that reminds one very much of Charlottesville, that is to say, each
town has about the same
Negro population and about the same type of inhabitants. Typitown boasts of quite a few churches which means, of course, quite
a few ministers.
The large percent of domestic workers makes Typitown a lucrative field for small business men and also professional men.
Like most small towns, Typitown does not have regular civic leaders, that is; men and women who devote their time and talent
chiefly to civic
work. The citizens are always willing to boost a plan for community betterment, but their type of work makes it inconvenient
for them to actually
start a civic program. So, the ministers, the doctors, public school instructors and business men realize the importance of
community organization.
They also realize that since this type of work and that the responsibility of leadership is too great for the masses the task
is theirs to accomplish.
The ministers know that by virtue of the sway that they hold over their congregation, that members would follow whithersoever
they may lead.
Consequently, Typitown ministers boost community organization plans from the pulpit. The instructors in public schools feel
it their mission to
teach citizenship, loyalty and organization to the child and extend their influence to the home. Thus, they outline the many
advantages of such a
movement through composition work, essays and in Patrons' meetings. The professional men agree to address in turn, the various
organized
social groups and bring to their attention the necessity of organization placing before each one a common cause, because they
know that nothing
will make a person feel a brother's need anymore than a kindred spirit. The business men display placards and slogans encouraging
organization.
All told, Typitown today, so much like our littly city has an active civic League, not because the leaders are high-pressured
workers, traided for
the purpose but because the masses are broad enough to support leaders who realize their capability and the full meaning of
unselfish service.
Summary of Article A comparison between the civic leagues of Charlottesville and
allegorical Typitown, Virginia.
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Column 01,02 Seebien, My Brother Transcript of Article
I mean, I began to look at myself, in my own right--and felt, for the first time, the desire to be the admired rather than
the admirer. I grew to hate
the hellish boxing matches, or free for all in which the other men participated. It made me sick to see them throw their knives
at targets. I couldn't
box, my twisted hands could not possibly balance a knife enough to get even proper aim. I hated all the wretched mess that
they called manly,
and one evening Zvoni came to the tent while the men said she disliked the knife-throwing and boxing too, and her eyes nearly
closed as if she
were trying to shut out some vivid memory. Zvoni talked long in my tent--in my tent and Seebien's, that night and left only
when she heard the
singing men and women triumphing those who had been victorious in the games.
Shortly afterwards, Seebien came trotting into the tent, a picture of masculine perfection that I had once, actually, allowed
myself to admire. But
then, as I watched the carefree smile that clung to his lips and noted his easy stride, I almost wished him dead--wished him
dead and out of my
sight. Why did I not like the rough and carefree life of real men? Why did I hate the sight of a dagger and target? I, with
half a body--twisted
limbs, and shaking hands. What could I do on the mat or with a knife and target? And there before me stood, the man whom I
wanted to be,
Seebien the perfect--Seebien admired, Seebien the active--Seebien the victorious. There he stood before me, throwing, carelessly,
the victor's
boquet to the floor, as if if were a weed.
"Be gay Hunchie", he said to me. "What's on your mind"?
Hunch--how true! Yet I despised the word, that name, the one who had just uttered it, that which gave him cause to call me
that. My soul was
suddenly filled with hatred for everything--for everybody--everybody except Zvoni--Zvoni I kept telling myself over and over
again was
different--She understood me--But I was mistaken in Zvoni--
Summary of Article A narrative of a Charlottesville boxer's disillusionment with the
sport continued from the previous week's Reflector.
Column 03 Tittle Tattle Transcript of Article
Hi there Gang:
Received a few cards without names or addresses, so I judge that it will meet the okeh of the readers to answer the same in
this style. However,
before going into that--the latest laugh deals with a certain gent who got the jitters last week over a little info spilled
on this page and proceeded
to buy up all the papers in sight. Six newsies sold him five each--not a bad break for the newsies but pretty unfortunate
that the dub was so
self-conscious or maybe--as he explained to his friends, he just wanted to help the boys along.
What really prevented the Grand march Friday night last, at the football dance? Official reasons were, that the crowd was
too large--Babble
reports that a certain Football Hero had four girl friends on the scene which would have made his partner selecting inconvenient.
Dear Man at the Keyhole:
I noticed in your column, several weeks ago, something about a certain man, and a certain lady going for a walk. Now, frankly,
that worried me,
because I am wondering whether that was my husband, won't you get me out of suspense?
Mrs. Anxious.
My dear Mrs. Anxious:
Your request is most unusual; while I do pride myself on seeing most things, I can't be personal. Ask your husband. I'm sure
he'll tell you.
M-A-K
Dear Man at the Keyhole:
Why must you shroud yourself in such a veil of secrecy? I should like to see you, to know you. This "peep" game is so annoying.
It makes you so
close yet so far away.
Summary of Article A humorous series of incidents that detail all "the latest laughs" without revealing the names of those involved.
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