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from reviews of the first Routledge edition:
"Entirely charming"
Jonathan Yardley, Washington Post
"A marvelous little book . . . . With no varnish or self-pity, . . . people who never achieved anything notable (except decency and dignity) tell the stories of their lives. A Chinese laundry-man, a Polish woman sweatshop worker, a farm wife--all considered themselves ordinary and all were extraordinary. Heroes come in a lot of funny shapes."
Molly Ivins, Ms Magazine
"To see the Florida seabed through a Conch sponge fisherman's water glass is as rich and strange as to sit in a Lithuanian log house at the turn of the century and listen, with a boy's ears, to an old shoemaker reading subversive literature... The voices that emerge [are] as vivid as the scratchings of an Edison cylinder."
Edmund Morris, The New Yorker
"The so-called undistinguished Americans generally speak in their own words; at times their writing is rough-hewn, even mundane, but informed with the rousing emotions of immigrants trying to succeed in a new land, of native-born Americans struggling against the prejudices of their fellow countrymen. The book recreates a bygone era by serving up the stuff of day-to-day life."
Publishers Weekly
Hamilton Holt, editor of The Independent, collected these touching autobiographies of ordinary people--new immigrants and sharecroppers, cooks and fishermen, women and men working in sweatshops, in the city, and on the land. First published in 1906, and reissued a decade ago, this new edition of Life Stories of Undistinguished Americans is expanded to include lives Holt did not include in his original selection, as well as a new preface by Werner Sollors.
296 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 1906
...the educated negro gets his conception of the white man's character largely from the lower orders of society. The best he can do socially is to meet the factory elements, say, on their terms of insolent inequality. And the proof of the negro's innate vulgarity is that he is willing to do so. No matter how respectable he may be himself in character and intelligence, he will welcome to his board and hearth the meanest whites and feel complimented at their presence. I think our old Mammy had a better notion of self respect. "I wouldn't set down to the table with no white person as would ax me," she used to say, "for I'd know by dat dey was pure white trash and not fitten for me to notice!"
The reason why Northerners fail to comprehend the almost universal depravity of negroes is because they mistake the very high moral tone of the negro's conversation as an evidence of virtue. These people are very quick at catching a tune of any kind, mental or musical, and they like the noble sound of ethics as much as they enjoy musical harmony. Thus, it is very rare, indeed, to find a negro who does not shine in a religious discussion.
And finally, it is never wise to judge a race by individuals, but by those evidences common to the whole mass of it. And, regarded from this standpoint, the negroes are at their worst. No other people are so heartless in their discriminations against one another. Their very aspirations are mean. I know of two "colored churches" where black skinned negroes are not eligible to membership. Social distinctions depend with them upon externals, not character. They have no right sense of honor or virtue. Recently I sat in the auditorium of a great negro university, and of the two or three hundred students present I saw only four full blooded negroes. Nearly all were mulattoes or octoroons, the offspring of negro women, but not of negro men. Whatever this intimates of the Southern white man's morals, it teaches two things clearly - that negro men are rarely the fathers of those individuals in the race who develop to any marked degree intellectually, and that negro women who are prostitutes are the mothers of these ambitious sons and daughters. In short, the whole race aspires upward chiefly through the immorality of the superior race above it. I do not know a more suggestive intimation of the real quality of the negro's nature and disposition than this. A mulatto girl expressed the whole economy and ambition of her people the other day when a full blooded negro called her a "stuck up nigger." "Maybe I is," she retorted, "but I thanks y God I ain't er out an' out nigger sech as you is!" And that is what they are all thankful for who have a drop of white blood to boast of. It is the measure of their quality and degradation that they can be proud of a dishonor which lightens the color of their skin.