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ESTHER POPEL

One of the major poetess of the Harlem Renaissance, Esther Popel Shaw was born on July 16, 1896 in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. She graduated from the Harrisburg’s Central High School. Popel made history when she went to Dickenson College, the liberal arts college in Carlisle, as she was the first African American to do so. There she studied both Latin and modern languages and graduated as one of the top students in her year, receiving the John Patten Memorial Prize. Esther graduated from Dickinson in 1919. While at Dickinson, Esther Popel joined Delta Sigma Theta, an African American sorority founded in 1913. 

Esther was inducted into the Phi Beta Kappa national honors society upon her graduation from Dickinson. She self-published her first collection of poems, "Thoughtless Thinks" by a Thinkless Thoughter, while in high school. As America entered the 1920s, movements such as the Harlem Renaissance began to gain headway and Popel was an integral part of it. Esther was actively involved in a number of Black and women’s organizations. During the early 1920's she was a member of the College Alumnae Club, a group of college-educated Black women activists who supported education, especially for Black girls.

She served as vice president and president during her involvement with the organization. When the Club evolved into the National Association of College Women (NACW) in 1923, Esther was a charter member and was appointed chair of the Committee on the Constitution. She held the position of secretary of the NACW’s executive board for 19 years, during which time she served as the organization’s spokeswoman. She married in 1925 to William Shaw, a chemist, and they would have one daughter together. Whilst she continued to write, she worked as a high school teacher mainly in Washington DC where the family finally settled.

Esther had a long career as a teacher. She taught for short periods at Douglass Junior High in Baltimore and Shaw Junior High in Washington, DC, before accepting a position at Francis Junior High in DC. With her background in education she also played a role developing teaching policies throughout the Washington area and was eventually asked to work on long term plans for the country by the National Education Association. In 1936, Esther was selected to serve as an ex-officio consultant to the Educational Policies Commission.

The commission was appointed by the National Education Association and the Department of Superintendence “to develop long-range planning for the improvement of the American schools.” Esther Popel began publishing her poems in various African American publications including "Opportunity: A Journal of Negro Life", produced by the National Urban League. Esther also published poems in "The Crisis: A Record of the Darker Races", official publication of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP).

I pledge allegiance to the flag”—

They dragged him naked
Through the muddy streets,
A feeble-minded black boy!
And the charge? Supposed assault
Upon an aged woman!

Of the United States of America”—

One mile they dragged him
Like a sack of meal,
A rope around his neck,
A bloody ear
Left dangling by the patriotic hand
Of Nordic youth! (A boy of seventeen!)

And to the Republic for which it stands”—

And then they hanged his body to a tree,
Below the window of the county judge
Whose pleadings for that battered human flesh
Were stifled by the brutish, raucous howls
Of men, and boys, and women with their babes,
Brought out to see the bloody spectacle
Of murder in the style of ‘33!
(Three thousand strong, they were!)

One Nation, Indivisible”—

To make the tale complete
They built a fire—
What matters that the stuff they burned
Was flesh—and bone—and hair—
And reeking gasoline!

With Liberty—and Justice”—

They cut the rope in bits
And passed them out,
For souvenirs, among the men and boys!
The teeth no doubt, on golden chains
Will hang
About the favored necks of sweethearts, wives,
And daughters, mothers, sisters, babies, too!

For ALL!

— Esther Popel

April passed my way, and Romance
Followed after to my door;
Lingered shyly, gently watchful
For my welcome; more and more
In her manner fascinating
As she held my eye—
Standing at my doorway, waiting,
Anxious not to pass me by!

Romance came, along with April,
And I let her in;
Shared with her my hearts deep secrets
And, to my chagrin,
Off she slipped and, when she left me,
Stole my treasures all away!
Romance came and went with April!
There is nothing more to say.

— Esther Popel

Give me the strength
Of verdant hills
Washed clean by summer rain;
 
Of purple hills
At peace when weary Day
Sinks quietly to rest
In Night’s cool arms;
 
Of rugged, wind-whipped hills
That lift their heads
Above the petty, lowland, valley things,
And shake their shoulders free
Of bonds that hold
Them close to earth;
 
Of snow-capped hills
Sun-kissed by day, by night
Companioned by the stars;
 
Of grim volcanoes
Pregnant with the fires
Of molten fury!
 
Grant me strength,
Great God,
Like that of hills!
 
— Esther Popel
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