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When Professor Booker T。 Washington； Principal of an industrial school for coloured people in Tuskegee； Ala。 stood on the platform of the Auditorium； with the sun shining over the heads of his auditors into his eyes； and with his whole face lit up with the fire of prophecy； Clark Howell； the successor of Henry Grady； said to me； 〃That man's speech is the beginning of a moral revolution in America。〃
It is the first time that a Negro has made a speech in the South on any important occasion before an audience composed of white men and women。 It electrified the audience； and the response was as if it had come from the throat of a whirlwind。
Mrs。 Thompson had hardly taken her seat when all eyes were turned on a tall tawny Negro sitting in the front row of the platform。 It was Professor Booker T。 Washington； President of the Tuskegee （Alabama） Normal and Industrial Institute； who must rank from this time forth as the foremost man of his race in America。 Gilmore's Band played the 〃Star…Spangled Banner；〃 and the audience cheered。 The tune changed to 〃Dixie〃 and the audience roared with shrill 〃hi…yis。〃 Again the music changed； this time to 〃Yankee Doodle；〃 and the clamour lessened。
All this time the eyes of the thousands present looked straight at the Negro orator。 A strange thing was to happen。 A black man was to speak for his people； with none to interrupt him。 As Professor Washington strode to the edge of the stage； the low； descending sun shot fiery rays through the windows into his face。 A great shout greeted him。 He turned his head to avoid the blinding light； and moved about the platform for relief。 Then he turned his wonderful countenance to the sun without a blink of the eyelids； and began to talk。
There was a remarkable figure； tall； bony； straight as a Sioux chief； high forehead； straight nose； heavy jaws； and strong； determined mouth； with big white teeth； piercing eyes； and a commanding manner。 The sinews stood out on his bronzed neck； and his muscular right arm swung high in the air； with a lead…pencil grasped in the clinched brown fist。 His big feet were planted squarely； with the heels together and the toes turned out。 His voice range out clear and true； and he paused impressively as he made each point。 Within ten minutes the multitude was in an uproar of enthusiasmhandkerchiefs were waved； canes were flourished； hats were tossed in the air。 The fairest women of Georgia stood up and cheered。 It was as if the orator had bewitched them。
And when he held his dusky hand high above his head； with the fingers stretched wide apart； and said to the white people of the South on behalf of his race； 〃In all things that are purely social we can be as separate as the fingers； yet one as the hand in all things essential to mutual progress；〃 the great wave of sound dashed itself against the walls； and the whole audience was on its feet in a delirium of applause； and I thought at that moment of the night when Henry Grady stood among the curling wreaths of tobacco…smoke in Delmonico's banquet…hall and said； 〃I am a Cavalier among Roundheads。〃
I have heard the great orators of many countries； but not even Gladstone himself could have pleased a cause with most consummate power than did this angular Negro； standing in a nimbus of sunshine； surrounded by the men who once fought to keep his race in bondage。 The roar might swell ever so high； but the expression of his earnest face never changed。
A ragged； ebony giant； squatted on the floor in one of the aisles； watched the orator with burning eyes and tremulous face until the supreme burst of applause came； and then the tears ran down his face。 Most of the Negroes in the audience were crying； perhaps without knowing just why。
At the close of the speech Governor Bullock rushed across the stage and seized the orator's hand。 Another shout greeted this demonstration； and for a few minutes the two men stood facing each other； hand in hand。
So far as I could spare the time from the immediate work at Tuskegee； after my Atlanta address； I accepted some of the invitations to speak in public which came to me； especially those that would take me into territory where I thought it would pay to plead the cause of my race； but I always did this with the understanding that I was to be free to talk about my life…work and the needs of my people。 I also had it understood that I was not to speak in the capacity of a professional lecturer； or for mere commercial gain。
In my efforts on the public platform I never have been able to understand why people come to hear me speak。 This question I never can rid myself of。 Time and time again； as I have stood in the street in front of a building and have seen men and women passing in large numbers into the audience room where I was to speak； I have felt ashamed that I should be the cause of peopleas it seemed to mewasting a valuable hour of their time。 Some years ago I was to deliver an address before a literary society in Madison； Wis。 An hour before the time set for me to speak； a fierce snow…storm began； and continued for several hours。 I made up my mind that there would be no audience； and that I should not have to speak； but； as a matter of duty； I went to the church； and found it packed with people。 The surprise gave me a shock that I did not recover from during the whole evening。
People often ask me if I feel nervous before speaking； or else they suggest that； since I speak often； they suppose that I get used to it。 In answer to this question I have to say that I always suffer intensely from nervousness before speaking。 More than once； just before I was to make an important address； this nervous strain has been so great that I have resolved never again to speak in public。 I not only feel nervous before speaking； but after I have finished I usually feel a sense of regret； because it seems to me as if I had left out of my address the main thing and the best thing that I had meant to say。
There is a great compensation； though； for this preliminary nervous suffering； that comes to me after I have been speaking for about ten minutes； and have come to feel that I have really mastered my audience； and that we have gotten into full and complete sympathy with each other。 It seems to me that there is rarely such a combination of mental and physical delight in any effort as that which comes to a public speaker when he feels that he has a great audience completely within his control。 There is a thread of sympathy and oneness that connects a public speaker with his audience； that is just as strong as though it was something tangible and visible。 If in an audience of a thousand people there is one person who is not in sympathy with my views； or is inclined to be doubtful； cold； or critical； I can pick him out。 When I have found him I usually go straight at him； and it is a great satisfaction to watch the process of his thawing out。 I find that the most effective medicine for such individuals is administered at first in the form of a story； although I never tell an anecdote simply for the sake of telling one。 That kind of thing； I think； is empty and hollow； and an audience soon finds it out。
I believe that one always does himself and his