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<h2> Chapter X. A Harder Task Than Making Bricks Without Straw </h2>
<p>From the very beginning, at Tuskegee, I was determined to have the
students do not only the agricultural and domestic work, but to have them
erect their own buildings. My plan was to have them, while performing this
service, taught the latest and best methods of labour, so that the school
would not only get the benefit of their efforts, but the students
themselves would be taught to see not only utility in labour, but beauty
and dignity; would be taught, in fact, how to lift labour up from mere
drudgery and toil, and would learn to love work for its own sake. My plan
was not to teach them to work in the old way, but to show them how to make
the forces of nature—air, water, steam, electricity, horse-power—assist
them in their labour.</p>
<p>At first many advised against the experiment of having the buildings
erected by the labour of the students, but I was determined to stick to
it. I told those who doubted the wisdom of the plan that I knew that our
first buildings would not be so comfortable or so complete in their finish
as buildings erected by the experienced hands of outside workmen, but that
in the teaching of civilization, self-help, and self-reliance, the
erection of buildings by the students themselves would more than
compensate for any lack of comfort or fine finish.</p>
<p>I further told those who doubted the wisdom of this plan, that the
majority of our students came to us in poverty, from the cabins of the
cotton, sugar, and rice plantations of the South, and that while I knew it
would please the students very much to place them at once in finely
constructed buildings, I felt that it would be following out a more
natural process of development to teach them how to construct their own
buildings. Mistakes I knew would be made, but these mistakes would teach
us valuable lessons for the future.</p>
<p>During the now nineteen years' existence of the Tuskegee school, the plan
of having the buildings erected by student labour has been adhered to. In
this time forty buildings, counting small and large, have been built, and
all except four are almost wholly the product of student labour. As an
additional result, hundreds of men are now scattered throughout the South
who received their knowledge of mechanics while being taught how to erect
these buildings. Skill and knowledge are now handed down from one set of
students to another in this way, until at the present time a building of
any description or size can be constructed wholly by our instructors and
students, from the drawing of the plans to the putting in of the electric
fixtures, without going off the grounds for a single workman.</p>
<p>Not a few times, when a new student has been led into the temptation of
marring the looks of some building by leadpencil marks or by the cuts of a
jack-knife, I have heard an old student remind him: "Don't do that. That
is our building. I helped put it up."</p>
<p>In the early days of the school I think my most trying experience was in
the matter of brickmaking. As soon as we got the farm work reasonably well
started, we directed our next efforts toward the industry of making
bricks. We needed these for use in connection with the erection of our own
buildings; but there was also another reason for establishing this
industry. There was no brickyard in the town, and in addition to our own
needs there was a demand for bricks in the general market.</p>
<p>I had always sympathized with the "Children of Israel," in their task of
"making bricks without straw," but ours was the task of making bricks with
no money and no experience.</p>
<p>In the first place, the work was hard and dirty, and it was difficult to
get the students to help. When it came to brickmaking, their distaste for
manual labour in connection with book education became especially
manifest. It was not a pleasant task for one to stand in the mud-pit for
hours, with the mud up to his knees. More than one man became disgusted
and left the school.</p>
<p>We tried several locations before we opened up a pit that furnished brick
clay. I had always supposed that brickmaking was very simple, but I soon
found out by bitter experience that it required special skill and
knowledge, particularly in the burning of the bricks. After a good deal of
effort we moulded about twenty-five thousand bricks, and put them into a
kiln to be burned. This kiln turned out to be a failure, because it was
not properly constructed or properly burned. We began at once, however, on
a second kiln. This, for some reason, also proved a failure. The failure
of this kiln made it still more difficult to get the students to take part
in the work. Several of the teachers, however, who had been trained in the
industries at Hampton, volunteered their services, and in some way we
succeeded in getting a third kiln ready for burning. The burning of a kiln
required about a week. Toward the latter part of the week, when it seemed
as if we were going to have a good many thousand bricks in a few hours, in
the middle of the night the kiln fell. For the third time we had failed.</p>
<p>The failure of this last kiln left me without a single dollar with which
to make another experiment. Most of the teachers advised the abandoning of
the effort to make bricks. In the midst of my troubles I thought of a
watch which had come into my possession years before. I took the watch to
the city of Montgomery, which was not far distant, and placed it in a
pawn-shop. I secured cash upon it to the amount of fifteen dollars, with
which to renew the brickmaking experiment. I returned to Tuskegee, and,
with the help of the fifteen dollars, rallied our rather demoralized and
discouraged forces and began a fourth attempt to make bricks. This time, I
am glad to say, we were successful. Before I got hold of any money, the
time-limit on my watch had expired, and I have never seen it since; but I
have never regretted the loss of it.</p>
<p>Brickmaking has now become such an important industry at the school that
last season our students manufactured twelve hundred thousand of
first-class bricks, of a quality suitable to be sold in any market. Aside
from this, scores of young men have mastered the brickmaking trade—both
the making of bricks by hand and by machinery—and are now engaged in
this industry in many parts of the South.</p>
<p>The making of these bricks taught me an important lesson in regard to the
relations of the two races in the South. Many white people who had had no
contact with the school, and perhaps no sympathy with it, came to us to
buy bricks because they found out that ours were good bricks. They
discovered that we were supplying a real want in the community. The making
of these bricks caused many of the white residents of the neighbourhood to
begin to feel that the education of the Negro was not making him
worthless, but that in educating our students we were adding something to
the wealth and comfort of the community. As the people of the
neighbourhood came to us to buy bricks, we got acquainted with them; they
traded with us and we with them. Our business interests became
intermingled. We had something which they wanted; they had something which
we wanted. This, in a large measure, helped to lay the foundation for the
pleasant relations that have continued to exist between us and the white
people in that section, and which now extend throughout the South.</p>
<p>Wherever one of our brickmakers has gone in the South, we find that he has
something to contribute to the well-being of the community into which he
has gone; something that has made the community feel that, in a degree, it
is indebted to him, and perhaps, to a certain extent, dependent upon him.
In this way pleasant relations between the races have been stimulated.</p>
<p>My experience is that there is something in human nature which always
makes an individual recognize and reward merit, no matter under what
colour of skin merit is found. I have found, too, that it is the visible,
the tangible, that goes a long ways in softening prejudices. The actual
sight of a first-class house that a Negro has built is ten times more
potent than pages of discussion about a house that he ought to build, or
perhaps could build.</p>
<p>The same principle of industrial education has been carried out in the
building of our own wagons, carts, and buggies, from the first. We now own
and use on our farm and about the school dozens of these vehicles, and
every one of them has been built by the hands of the students. Aside from
this, we help supply the local market with these vehicles. The supplying
of them to the people in the community has had the same effect as the
supplying of bricks, and the man who learns at Tuskegee to build and
repair wagons and carts is regarded as a benefactor by both races in the
community where he goes. The people with whom he lives and works are going
to think twice before they part with such a man.</p>
<p>The individual who can do something that the world wants done will, in the
end, make his way regardless of race. One man may go into a community
prepared to supply the people there with an analysis of Greek sentences.
The community may not at the time be prepared for, or feel the need of,
Greek analysis, but it may feel its need of bricks and houses and wagons.
If the man can supply the need for those, then, it will lead eventually to
a demand for the first product, and with the demand will come the ability
to appreciate it and to profit by it.</p>
<p>About the time that we succeeded in burning our first kiln of bricks we
began facing in an emphasized form the objection of the students to being
taught to work. By this time it had gotten to be pretty well advertised
throughout the state that every student who came to Tuskegee, no matter
what his financial ability might be, must learn some industry. Quite a
number of letters came from parents protesting against their children
engaging in labour while they were in the school. Other parents came to
the school to protest in person. Most of the new students brought a
written or a verbal request from their parents to the effect that they
wanted their children taught nothing but books. The more books, the larger
they were, and the longer the titles printed upon them, the better pleased
the students and their parents seemed to be.</p>
<p>I gave little heed to these protests, except that I lost no opportunity to
go into as many parts of the state as I could, for the purpose of speaking
to the parents, and showing them the value of industrial education.
Besides, I talked to the students constantly on the subject.
Notwithstanding the unpopularity of industrial work, the school continued
to increase in numbers to such an extent that by the middle of the second
year there was an attendance of about one hundred and fifty, representing
almost all parts of the state of Alabama, and including a few from other
states.</p>
<p>In the summer of 1882 Miss Davidson and I both went North and engaged in
the work of raising funds for the completion of our new building. On my
way North I stopped in New York to try to get a letter of recommendation
from an officer of a missionary organization who had become somewhat
acquainted with me a few years previous. This man not only refused to give
me the letter, but advised me most earnestly to go back home at once, and
not make any attempt to get money, for he was quite sure that I would
never get more than enough to pay my travelling expenses. I thanked him
for his advice, and proceeded on my journey.</p>
<p>The first place I went to in the North, was Northampton, Mass., where I
spent nearly a half-day in looking for a coloured family with whom I could
board, never dreaming that any hotel would admit me. I was greatly
surprised when I found that I would have no trouble in being accommodated
at a hotel.</p>
<p>We were successful in getting money enough so that on Thanksgiving Day of
that year we held our first service in the chapel of Porter Hall, although
the building was not completed.</p>
<p>In looking about for some one to preach the Thanksgiving sermon, I found
one of the rarest men that it has ever been my privilege to know. This was
the Rev. Robert C. Bedford, a white man from Wisconsin, who was then
pastor of a little coloured Congregational church in Montgomery, Ala.
Before going to Montgomery to look for some one to preach this sermon I
had never heard of Mr. Bedford. He had never heard of me. He gladly
consented to come to Tuskegee and hold the Thanksgiving service. It was
the first service of the kind that the coloured people there had ever
observed, and what a deep interest they manifested in it! The sight of the
new building made it a day of Thanksgiving for them never to be forgotten.</p>
<p>Mr. Bedford consented to become one of the trustees of the school, and in
that capacity, and as a worker for it, he has been connected with it for
eighteen years. During this time he has borne the school upon his heart
night and day, and is never so happy as when he is performing some
service, no matter how humble, for it. He completely obliterates himself
in everything, and looks only for permission to serve where service is
most disagreeable, and where others would not be attracted. In all my
relations with him he has seemed to me to approach as nearly to the spirit
of the Master as almost any man I ever met.</p>
<p>A little later there came into the service of the school another man,
quite young at the time, and fresh from Hampton, without whose service the
school never could have become what it is. This was Mr. Warren Logan, who
now for seventeen years has been the treasurer of the Institute, and the
acting principal during my absence. He has always shown a degree of
unselfishness and an amount of business tact, coupled with a clear
judgment, that has kept the school in good condition no matter how long I
have been absent from it. During all the financial stress through which
the school has passed, his patience and faith in our ultimate success have
not left him.</p>
<p>As soon as our first building was near enough to completion so that we
could occupy a portion of it—which was near the middle of the second
year of the school—we opened a boarding department. Students had
begun coming from quite a distance, and in such increasing numbers that we
felt more and more that we were merely skimming over the surface, in that
we were not getting hold of the students in their home life.</p>
<p>We had nothing but the students and their appetites with which to begin a
boarding department. No provision had been made in the new building for a
kitchen and dining room; but we discovered that by digging out a large
amount of earth from under the building we could make a partially lighted
basement room that could be used for a kitchen and dining room. Again I
called on the students to volunteer for work, this time to assist in
digging out the basement. This they did, and in a few weeks we had a place
to cook and eat in, although it was very rough and uncomfortable. Any one
seeing the place now would never believe that it was once used for a
dining room.</p>
<p>The most serious problem, though, was to get the boarding department
started off in running order, with nothing to do with in the way of
furniture, and with no money with which to buy anything. The merchants in
the town would let us have what food we wanted on credit. In fact, in
those earlier years I was constantly embarrassed because people seemed to
have more faith in me than I had in myself. It was pretty hard to cook,
however, without stoves, and awkward to eat without dishes. At first the
cooking was done out-of-doors, in the old-fashioned, primitive style, in
pots and skillets placed over a fire. Some of the carpenters' benches that
had been used in the construction of the building were utilized for
tables. As for dishes, there were too few to make it worth while to spend
time in describing them.</p>
<p>No one connected with the boarding department seemed to have any idea that
meals must be served at certain fixed and regular hours, and this was a
source of great worry. Everything was so out of joint and so inconvenient
that I feel safe in saying that for the first two weeks something was
wrong at every meal. Either the meat was not done or had been burnt, or
the salt had been left out of the bread, or the tea had been forgotten.</p>
<p>Early one morning I was standing near the dining-room door listening to
the complaints of the students. The complaints that morning were
especially emphatic and numerous, because the whole breakfast had been a
failure. One of the girls who had failed to get any breakfast came out and
went to the well to draw some water to drink and take the place of the
breakfast which she had not been able to get. When she reached the well,
she found that the rope was broken and that she could get no water. She
turned from the well and said, in the most discouraged tone, not knowing
that I was where I could hear her, "We can't even get water to drink at
this school." I think no one remark ever came so near discouraging me as
that one.</p>
<p>At another time, when Mr. Bedford—whom I have already spoken of as
one of our trustees, and a devoted friend of the institution—was
visiting the school, he was given a bedroom immediately over the dining
room. Early in the morning he was awakened by a rather animated discussion
between two boys in the dining room below. The discussion was over the
question as to whose turn it was to use the coffee-cup that morning. One
boy won the case by proving that for three mornings he had not had an
opportunity to use the cup at all.</p>
<p>But gradually, with patience and hard work, we brought order out of chaos,
just as will be true of any problem if we stick to it with patience and
wisdom and earnest effort.</p>
<p>As I look back now over that part of our struggle, I am glad to see that
we had it. I am glad that we endured all those discomforts and
inconveniences. I am glad that our students had to dig out the place for
their kitchen and dining room. I am glad that our first boarding-place was
in the dismal, ill-lighted, and damp basement. Had we started in a fine,
attractive, convenient room, I fear we would have "lost our heads" and
become "stuck up." It means a great deal, I think, to start off on a
foundation which one has made for one's self.</p>
<p>When our old students return to Tuskegee now, as they often do, and go
into our large, beautiful, well-ventilated, and well-lighted dining room,
and see tempting, well-cooked food—largely grown by the students
themselves—and see tables, neat tablecloths and napkins, and vases
of flowers upon the tables, and hear singing birds, and note that each
meal is served exactly upon the minute, with no disorder, and with almost
no complaint coming from the hundreds that now fill our dining room, they,
too, often say to me that they are glad that we started as we did, and
built ourselves up year by year, by a slow and natural process of growth.</p>
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