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Jessie Redmon Fauset

Novelist, poet, short story writer, essayist, and literary critic, Jessie Redmon Fauset was born April 27, 1882, in Camden County, Snow Hill Center Township, NJ. She was raised in Philadelphia, PA. Her father was an African Methodist Episcopal minister She was the youngest of seven children borne by her mother. Fauset came from a large family mired in poverty. Jessie first attended the Philadelphia High School for Girls. Jessie graduated as valedictorian of her class and likely the school's first African-American graduate.

Jessie then went on to read classical languages at Cornell University in upstate New York. She graduated from Cornell in 1905, taking with her a degree and Phi Beta Kappa honors which was an unusual achievement for a Black woman at that time. Fauset later received her master's degree in French from the University of Pennsylvania (1919). Fauset entered teaching at M Street High School (later named Dunbar High School).  This was an establishment exclusively for Black students in Washington DC. 

In 1919 Fauset left teaching to become the literary editor for The Crisis, a magazine aimed at and run by members of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP). For this job, she moved to New York City. There she began hosting salons, and became a lively presence in the neighborhood’s artistic scene. She worked with W.E.B. DuBois, both at the magazine and in his work with the Pan African Movement. Fauset became a member of the NAACP and represented them in the Pan African Congress.

Her apartment in Harlem, where she lived with her sister, became a gathering place for the circle of intellectuals and artists associated with "The Crisis" magazine. Her seven years in this post boosted her reputation as a talented writer and public speaker. She remained an active contributor to the Harlem Renaissance of Black writers and artists, encouraging others to write freely and honestly about Black racial issues. Future writers such as Countee Cullen, Nella Larsen, Georgia Douglas Johnson, Anne Spencer, Arna Bontemps, and Langston Hughes benefitted from being mentored by Jessie Fauset.

She traveled and lectured extensively, including overseas, during her tenure with The Crisis. Her role in discovering, promoting, and giving a platform to Black writers helped to create an authentic "Black voice" in American literature. Fauset published Langston Hughes’s first poem, “The Negro Speaks of Rivers,” in 1921. In his memoir The Big Sea, Hughes wrote, "Jessie Fauset at The Crisis, Charles Spurgeon Johnson at Opportunity, and Alain Locke in Washington were the people who midwifed the so-called New Negro Literature into being."

She also published Gwendolyn Bennett’s début poem, “Nocturne,” in 1923. In keeping with her desire to teach Black children pride in their heritage and to encourage their creativity, she cofounded and edited a monthly children’s magazine, the Brownies’ Book. This magazine featured historical biographies of notable Black people such as Denmark Vesey and Sojourner Truth, articles about Africa, current events, games, riddles, and music. As editor of "The Brownies' Book", she included a few of Langston Hughes early poems.

During her time with The Crisis, she contributed poems and short stories. She translated French writings by Black authors from Europe and Africa, and also contributed a multitude of editorials. She also published accounts of her extensive travels. Notably, Fauset included five essays, including "Dark Algiers the White," detailing her six-month journey with Laura Wheeler Waring to France and Algeria in 1925 and 1926. Jessie Fauset's time with "The Crisis" is considered the most prolific literary period of the magazine's run.

DEAR, when we sit in that high, placid room,
“Loving” and “doving” as all lovers do,
Laughing and leaning so close in the gloom,—
 
What is the change that creeps sharp over you?
Just as you raise your fine hand to my hair,
Bringing that glance of mixed wonder and rue?
 
“Black hair,” you murmur, “so lustrous and rare,
Beautiful too, like a raven’s smooth wing;
Surely no gold locks were ever more fair.”
 
Why do you say every night that same thing?
Turning your mind to some old constant theme,
Half meditating and half murmuring?
 
Tell me, that girl of your young manhood’s dream,
Her you loved first in that dim long ago
Had she blue eyes? Did her hair goldly gleam?
 
Does she come back to you softly and slow,
Stepping wraith-wise from the depths of the past?
Quickened and fired by the warmth of our glow?
 
There I’ve divined it! My wit holds you fast.
Nay, no excuses ; ’tis little I care.
I knew a lad in my own girlhood’s past,–
Blue eyes he had and such waving gold hair!
 
-By Jessie Redmon Fauset
OH little Christ, why do you sigh
As you look down to-night
On breathless France, on bleeding France,
And all her dreadful plight?
What bows your childish head so low?
What turns your cheek so white?
 
Oh little Christ, why do you moan,
What is it that you see
In mourning France, in martyred France,
And her great agony?
Does she recall your own dark day,
Your own Gethsemane?
 
Oh little Christ, why do you weep,
Why flow your tears so sore
For pleading France, for praying France,
A suppliant at God’s door?
“God sweetened not my cup,” you say,
“Shall He for France do more?”
 
Oh little Christ, what can this mean,
Why must this horror be
For fainting France, for faithful France,
And her sweet chivalry?
“I bled to free all men,” you say
“France bleeds to keep men free
 
-By Jessie Redmon Fauset
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