For My People

Margaret Walker was born in Birmingham, Alabama on July 7, 1915. She started writing poems at the age of fifteen who entered university. He received a bachelor's degree from Northwestern University in 1935 and a master's degree from Iowa University in 1940. In 1936 she participated in the Chicago Federalism writer program where she became friends with Richard Wright and took part in his Southern writer group.

In 1941, as her debut album was "My Man", Walker became the first African-American poet (Yale University Press, 1942). She is also a poet "This is my century New Poems" (Georgia University Press 1989), October tour (Broadside Publication, 1973), and New Age Prophet (Broadside Publishing, 1970) is.

Walker married Farnist Alexander in 1943 and they have four children. In 1949, they moved to Mississippi where she joined the faculty of Jackson State University. She returned to the University of Iowa in 1965 to acquire a Ph.D., and earned a Ph.D. in 1965. The following year she published her paper as Novel Jubilee (Houghton Mifflin, 1966)

In 1968, Walker founded Black History, Life and Culture Institute at Jackson State University. As the dean of the university, later it was renamed Margaret Walker Center, held the 1971 national black research evaluation meeting and the 1973 Felice Whitley poetry festival.

After Walker retired in 1979, she published On Being Female, Black, and Free (Tennessee University Press, 1997), a series of personal essays, and Richard Wright: Daemonic Genius (Warner Books, 1988) Did. Her job with Wright told her about her work. She died of cancer at Jackson, Mississippi on 30th November 1998.

I go to Yale University and think about my people, my ancestors, and the people I was born. I visit Capitol Hill and think seriously about my pain and anger of anger that I love. I visit Washington and the White House, and seriously think about people who are not my people, I know the chain and pain in my stomach incredibly in my young heart. You feel I am not used to multiple things, and I do not like my limitations on self-conceptualization. why? Maybe you understand America in a different way, when we are rejected we associate our identity with violence and rules, and I wish you to leave me.

I lived in my house for 18 years. I have been crouching down the street corner after 18 years white - white people - AA, NA, DA. I saw these white people sitting in the car for hours before and after the meeting. I saw these white people gather in the middle of the road and smoking for too long. I saw these white people blocking my roadway, parking illegally, and the dog crouching on my lawn. Once, I saw one of the white people throwing his car's ashtray on the road.

I saw the face around the table: my boss. My staff The tension of the white body is nervous. If there is heavy fatigue on the face of color, this dialogue must be done again. Please fully recognize that it may have such a small impact. They spent a lot of time on this conversation, and the people in the room were responsible for it. It is very tedious to teach people how to avoid hurting you over the rest of your life. We walked 12 rounds and finally talked to ourselves until the conversation was over. We jumped into the room and each participant shared a world to include their feelings at that moment. The common words of colored people are persuasive. I am angry. It is a frustration. tired. I was disappointed. Finished. Their words are full of honesty, rudeness, truth