Jessie Redmon Fauset was born 27 April 1882 and died 30 April 1961.
- Sometimes I think no matter how one is born, no matter how one acts, there is something out of gear with one somewhere, and that must be changed. Life at its best is a grand corrective.
- I like Paris because I find something here, something of integrity, which I seem to have strangely lost in my own country. It is simplest of all to say that I like to live among people and surroundings where I am not always conscious of ‘thou shall not.’ I am coloured and wish to be known as coloured, but sometimes I have felt that my growth as a writer has been hampered in my own country. And so – but only temporarily – I have fled from it.
- The old aphorisms are basically sound. First impressions are lasting.
- There are some things which an individual might want, but which he’d just have to give up forever for the sake of the more important whole.
- The remarkable thing about this gift of ours is that it has its rise, I am convinced, in the very woes which beset us . . . It is our emotional salvation.
Jessie Redmon Fauset was an African-American poet, essayist, novelist, and editor. She was part of the Harlem Renaissance literary movement, a student and teacher of languages, and an editor for The Crisis magazine. Fauset’s first novel, There Is Confusion, was published in 1924. She wrote about middle-class black characters dealing with self-hate as well as racial prejudice. She discovered and mentored other African-American writers, including Langston Hughes, Jean Toomer, Countee Cullen, and Claude McKay.
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