The poem “Let America Be America Again” by Langston Hughes speaks to the enduring gap between the idealized vision of America and the reality experienced by marginalized groups. In Hughes’ era, this disparity was starkly evident in the legalized segregation and discrimination faced by African Americans, the displacement of Native Americans, and the exploitation of immigrant labor. Today, while legal barriers have been dismantled, systemic inequities persist in areas like wealth distribution, educational opportunities, and criminal justice. The poem’s resonance today lies in its articulation of the unfulfilled promises of the American dream for many, and its call for a more inclusive and equitable society. It serves as a reminder that the struggle for a truly just America is ongoing and requires a continuous effort to bridge the gap between ideals and reality.
When Hughes writes “America never was America to me,” he is expressing the sentiment that the idealized vision of America, with its promises of freedom, equality, and opportunity, has never been a reality for him and the marginalized groups he represents. It highlights the gap between the American dream and the lived experiences of those who have been systematically excluded from its benefits. The groups Hughes mentions as being excluded from the American dream are poor white people, African Americans (Negroes), Native Americans (red men), immigrants, farmers, workers, and the young.
“The land that never has been yet” refers to the idealized America, the one with true equality, freedom, and opportunity for all. It’s a vision of America that exists as a dream or an aspiration but hasn’t been fully realized in reality. In his poem, Langston Hughes calls for the reclamation of the true spirit of America, where the ideals of freedom, equality, and opportunity are realized for all its inhabitants. He envisions an America that lives up to its promises and provides a land of liberty and opportunity for everyone, regardless of race, class, or background.
The poem reflects American culture today by highlighting the ongoing struggle for equality and the continued exclusion of marginalized groups from the American dream. It speaks to the systemic inequities that persist in areas like wealth distribution, education, and criminal justice, and serves as a reminder that the idealized vision of America has not yet been fully realized for all its citizens.
There is no single solution to achieving the dream of equality and justice for all Americans, but a multifaceted approach is required, encompassing:
- Legal and Policy Changes: Addressing systemic inequalities through legislation and policy reform, such as voting rights protections, criminal justice reform, anti-discrimination laws, and reparations for slavery.
- Education and Awareness: Promoting understanding and empathy through education about historical and contemporary injustices, as well as the experiences of marginalized groups.
- Economic Empowerment: Creating opportunities for economic advancement for all, including access to quality education, job training, and affordable housing.
- Community Engagement: Encouraging dialogue and collaboration among diverse groups to build bridges and foster understanding.
- Individual Action: Recognizing the role of individual actions and choices in perpetuating or dismantling systems of oppression.
By working together on these fronts, progress can be made towards a more just and equitable society for all Americans.
Let America Be America Again
Langston Hughes
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”
The free?
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.
O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!
O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!
