The rhythm persisted, the unfaltering common meter of blues, but the blueness itself, the sorrow, the despair, began to give way to hope. — Rudolph Fisher Copy Share Image
The rhythm persisted, the unfaltering common meter of blues, but the blueness itself, the sorrow, the despair, began to give way to hope. — Rudolph Fisher Copy Share Image
In Harlem, black was white. You had rights that could not be denied you; you had privileges, protected by law. And you had money.… — Rudolph Fisher Copy Share Image
