THE BOYS TO MEN "YOUNG BLACK WALL STREET INVITE YOU TO JOIN WITH US AS WE SHARE HER STORY: MOTHER AFRICA, THROUGH THEATER ARTS, PROSE AND POETRY, DANCE AND MOST OF ALL - EMBRACING THE INNER SPIRIT OF OUR MOTHER AFRICA THROUGH COMMUNITY. WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE SUN - WE ARE ONE - WE ARE FAMILY. JOIN WITH US AS WE CELEBRATE TOGETHER AS WE "TELL HER STORY - THE MOTHER OF ALL NATIONS - AFRICA"!
The Sphinx is AFRICA! The bond of silence is upon her.
Old and white with tombs and rent and shun; with raiment we with tears and torn
and trampled on, yet all untamed.
All naked now, yet not ashamed -
The mistress of the young world's prime, whose obelisk's laugh at Time.
And lift to heaven her fair name, sleeps satisfied upon her fame.
Who shall say, my father reared a pyramid.
My brother clipped the dragon's wings;
My mother was Semirimis,
Yes, harps strike idly out of place;
Men sing of savage Saxon kings
New-born and known but yesterday.
-The Ship In the Desert" - Joaquin Miller
Excerpt from the CHILDREN OF THE SUN
In the morning of the world, when the fingers of Love swept aside the curtains of Time, our dusky mother, Ethiopia, held the stage. It was she who wooed civilization and gave birth to nations. Egypt was her first-born and to Ur of the Chaldees she sent her sons and daughters, who scattered empires in Asia as the wanton winds of autumn scattered the seed of flowers. Beside the beautiful Mediterranean she built Phoenicia, and in ships with purple sails she sent her children to the blue Aegean, there to found Greece, the marvel of men and the queen of history. Troy was hers and from that burning city fled swarthy Aeneas, who set the ferment for Rome, the Eternal City. Her spirit called to Arabia and out of the mystic deserts surged the black soldiers of Islam, who welded the world into a new empire and sang their songs of love and victory in the vales of Andalusia. On the Isles of all the oceans, and from where the Southern Cross bends low to kiss the restless waves to where the Arctic holds in leash its frozen world, her hand has touched. Religion, art literature, science and civilization are hers, and eternity but lives in the warmth of her radiant glow, I have chosen to call the unnumbered millions of her descendants the CHILDREN OF THE SUN!
by the works of George Wells Parker
First published in 1918 by the Hamitic League of the World, Black Classic Press, reprinted in 1978 and again in 1981. The press was founded with the intention of bringing to light obscure and significant works by and about people of African descent.