Tom Campbell Black, (December 1899, Brighton, England – 19 September 1936, Liverpool, England) was a famous English aviator.
He was the son of Alice Jean McCullough and Hugh Milner Black. He became a world famous aviator when he and C. W. A. Scott won the London to Melbourne Centenary Air Race in 1934.
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“I respect the ways of old folks, but the blood of a rooster or a goat cannot turn the seasons, change the course of the clouds and fill them up with water like bladders. The other night, at the ceremony for Legba, I danced and sang my fill: I am a black man, no? and I enjoyed it like a true Negro should. When the drums beat, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel the itch in my hips and up and down my legs, I have got to join the party. But that is all.”
—Jacques Roumain (19071945)
“The palsy plagues my pulses”
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“Few, few shall part, where many meet!
The snow shall be their winding sheet,
And every turf, beneath their feet,
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