Up from Slavery: An Autobiography
The Secret Of Success In Public Speaking
As to how my address at Atlanta was received by the audience in the Exposition building,
I think I prefer to let Mr. James Creelman, the noted war correspondent, tell. Mr.
Creelman was present, and telegraphed the following account to the New York World:--
Atlanta, September 18.
While President Cleveland was waiting at Gray Gables to-day, to send the electric spark
that started the machinery of the Atlanta Exposition, a Negro Moses stood before a great
audience of white people and delivered an oration that marks a new epoch in the history
of the South; and a body of Negro troops marched in a procession with the citizen
soldiery of Georgia and Louisiana. The whole city is thrilling to-night with a realization
of the extraordinary significance of these two unprecedented events. Nothing has
happened since Henry Grady's immortal speech before the New England society in New
York that indicates so profoundly the spirit of the New South, except, perhaps, the
opening of the Exposition itself.
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.