When trying to figure out how to fit the Harlem Renaissance into my story, a thought came to me: most of those men and women DID NOT know they would become famous, that they would grow to be legends. Inspiration to future generations? No!
They simply wanted to elevate their art, and in so doing, elevate the Black race.
Once I figured THAT out, I am able to write and thread what became the stirrings of the Harlem Renaissance.
Inspiring other artists/writers. Enlightening readers/viewers.
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