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The Great Depression

The Great Depression

Overview

How did the Great Depression affect the American people?

The American people had endured economic downturns before the 1930s, but the Great Depression was an unprecedented crisis. As unemployment rose, millions of Americans faced a grim future. Oral history interviews and photographs reveal the extent of the suffering.

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Excerpts from the Federal Writers' Project Interviews with Depression Victims

These interviews conducted in the 1930s reveal the hardships that many American faced.

Topic: The Great Depression

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From the Account of a White Brick-Plant Worker and His Washer-Woman Wife

"Hub's hired solid time and has been for two years. He works every day from six in the morning till six at night in Mr. Hunter's brick plant across the tracks. Some days more'n that—twenty-four hours on a stretch. That's over-time, but it don't mean no extra pay. It's forty dollars a month straight, no matter what."

Rena Murray—small, stooped, hollow-chested—put her whole ninety pounds behind the heavy flatiron. Collar and cuffs came from under the heat, stiff and slick. She lifted the shirt from the board for final inspection.

"Hub fires the boiler most of the time. Then when they're drying bricks, he has to run the fan for twenty-four hours. They couldn't make out in that kiln unless Hub was there.

"He ought to git more for the work he puts out. Forty dollars a month just ain't enough for us to live on. Me and Hub and the three children. We have to pay four dollars out every month for this shack. Mr. Hunter makes the hands live close by the plant. And he gits ahold of that four dollars for rent before we ever see a cent of Hub's wages. This shack ain't worth four dollars a month, neither. Mr. Hunter won't do nothing toward fixing it up. If a window pane's broke, we do the putting in. Leak done ruins the paper and it's up to us to see to new paper."

Rena stooped to the tub of sprinkled clothes. She shook out a rolled-up bundle and slipped another shirt over the narrow end of the home-made ironing board. She settled the board again between the center table and the lard bucket set in a backless kitchen chair.

"I take in washing or do what I can to help out."

"We ain't been to church for years. I was taught working on Sunday was wrong. Folks that holds out against working on Sunday don't have to hire others to work for 'em if they don't show up. Hub had to pay a dollar and a quarter yesterday to git a man to turn the fan so's he could see after his sister. She's about to die. Dirty shame for a man to have to pay to go see his own die. I sure wish he could find hisself a better job."

"What he aims to do is to turn over every stone he can to git back on the WPA. We got along a lot better on the WPA. We had our check regular and had good warm clothes for the girls. And they give Hub clothes, too, because his work kept him in the open. I didn't git none but I could manage all right when the others was gifting all they did. Whenever one of us would git down, the WPA would send a doctor and medicine. They give us food, too. Things that are supposed to be healthy for eating such as prunes and raisins. We can't buy 'em now."

"Burial insurance is a good thing. I wish I had a policy on me and every one of the children. That's just wishing. It pinches us plumb to death to keep Hub's going. We was always behind in dues till he got put on solid time. I couldn't git no insurance noways on account of my bad health. I've had the pneumonia since we've been here. Down three months. There wasn't a Hunter had feeling enough to set foot in this shack. Mrs. Hunter has spoke to me times since, but Mr. Hunter don't trouble about speaking to them that slaves for him. My mammy taught me a dog was good enough to be nice to."

From the Account of a Young Shoe-Factory Worker "My work is hard all right. It's hard on me because I ain't but only seventeen and ain't got my full growth yet. It's work down in the steam room which they call it that because it's always full of steam which sometimes when you go in it you can't hardly see. You steam leather down there and that steam soaks you clean to the skin. It makes me keep a cold most of the time because when I go out doors I'm sopping wet. Another thing that's hard about it is having so much standing up to do. My hours is from seven o'clock in the morning till four in the evening. And it's stand on my feet the whole time. When noon time comes and I'm off an hour, why I just find me somewheres to set and I sure set there. You couldn't pay me to stand up during lunch time.

"I'm on piecework now and I can't seem to get my production up to where I make just a whole lot. You get paid by the production hour and it takes fifty pair of shoes to make that hour. You get forty-two cents for the hour. Highest I ever made in one week was eleven dollars and the lowest was seven dollars and forty-two cents. I usually hit in between and make eight or nine dollars.

"Now and then somebody will say, 'We ought to have us a union here of some sort.' That kind of talk just makes me mad all over. Mr. Pugh is a Christian man. He brought his factory here to give us some work which we didn't have any before. We do pretty well, I think, to just stay away from that kind of talk. All but the sore-heads and trouble-makers is satisfied and glad to have work.

"I don't blame Mr. Pugh a bit the way he feels about the unions. The plant manager knows Mr. Pugh mighty well and he told my foreman what Mr. Pugh said. Mr. Pugh said, 'If the union ever comes in here and I have to operate my plant under a union, why I'll just close the plant down and move it away from Hancock so quick it'll make your head swim.' That's his word on it and I don't blame him none. I'd hate to see a union try here. No plant and no jobs for anybody. They just operate these unions out of Wall Street, anyhow, trying to ruin people like Mr. Pugh. . . .

"My money has to go a long way. I've got to pay eight dollars a month rent and I have to buy coal and stove wood. I got to buy clothes for the family and something to eat for them. Then twice a month there's that five dollar ambulance bill which it's to take my brother that's got the T.B. to the City Hospital in Memphis where they take and drain his lungs. Sure charge you for an ambulance, don't they? Now, some people say if you just take one trip in an ambulance, the undertaker won't ask a cent for it. Figures he'll get your custom if you pass on. But they sure charge me for my brother.

"Well, I'm always glad when it's quitting time. I like to work there, but you can't help getting tired. I go on home. I walk four blocks and I'm there. Usually I have to wait a while for supper so I just set at the window. I like to watch and see if maybe something will come along the street and I can watch it. Sometimes there's a new funny paper there and I will look it over—specially if it's Tarzan. That's the best thing in a funny paper, the Tarzan part. Nobody ever gets it over old Tarzan, do they? Most times, though, I like to just set there and watch."

"I work steady but I'm most always financially in need of money. It takes a lot to keep a family going. My little sister needs glasses but they cost too much. All of my family has weak eyes but we can't afford to wear glasses.

"So I haven't the money for running around. I wouldn't if I had the money, either. The Bible is against running around and playing cards and seeing the moving pictures. People should study their Bible more and we'd have more Christian men like Mr. Pugh and more jobs. So me and a young lady I know of go to church and Sunday School instead of running around. My family belongs to the Baptist Church, but this certain young lady is a Nazarene and that's where we go.

"You know, when you're blue and down at the mouth and don't see any use anyhow, a good sermon just lifts you up. You haven't got a thing to lose by living a Christian life. Take Mr. Pugh. He lives it and look where he is now. And if you don't make out that way, if you're poor all your life, then you get a high place in the Kingdom. Just do the best you know how and the Lord will take care of you either here or hereafter. It sure is a comfort."


[From These Are Our Lives (1939), as told to and written by members of the Federal Writers' Project of the WPA (New York: Norton, 1975), pp. 224–28, 231–35]

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African Americans and the New Deal

African Americans and the New Deal

Overview

Did African Americans receive fair treatment during the New Deal?

New Deal programs offered much-needed assistance to Americans during the Great Depression. However, the benefits of these programs were not equally distributed among the populace. Minorities were often denied assistance, or had limited access to programs. African Americans endured segregation in some work projects. Nonetheless, because the New Deal offered at least some help during hard times, many minority Americans supported President Roosevelt and the Democratic Party.

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The Bronx Slave Market, 1935

This 1938 account reveals the discrimination African Americans faced during the Great Depression.

Topic: African Americans and the New Deal

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{Begin handwritten}Beliefs and Customs -- Folk Stuff{End handwritten}

FOLKLORE

NEW YORK Forms to be Filled out for Each Interview

FORM A Circumstances of Interview {Begin handwritten}[7?]{End handwritten}

STATE New York

NAME OF WORKER Vivian Morris

ADDRESS 225 West 130 St.

DATE December 6, 1938

SUBJECT BRONX SLAVE MARKET

1. Date and time of interview Observation Nov. 30th from 9.40 A. M. to 1.30 P. M.

2. Place of interview 167th St. & Girard Ave. Bronx, New York City

3. Name and address of informant Minnie Marshall, 247 West 132nd St.

4. Name and address of person, if any, who put you in touch with informant.

None

5. Name and address of person, if any, accompanying you

None

6. Description of room, house, surroundings, etc.

Several stores surround this neighborhood slave market, mainly on South side of 5 and 10 cents store, where the Madams shop for domestic necessities etc., including the slave girls and women.

FOLKLORE

NEW YORK

FORM C Text of Interview (Unedited)

STATE New York

NAME OF WORKER Vivian Morris

ADDRESS 225 West 130 St.

DATE December 6, 1938

SUBJECT BRONX SLAVE MARKET

Having heard rumors that a "Slave Market" was in existence in the Bronx -- according to hearsay, this market was operated by white "Madams" where Negro women slaved for a few cents per day -- early one November morning, I decided to confirm such reports by making a personal tour of the neighborhood where the condition was supposed to exist.

While walking down 167th St. and as I reached Girard Ave., I found the object of my search. Here I was confronted by sights and tales of woe which I shall always remember.

There, seated on crates and boxes, were a dejected gathering of Negro women of farious ages and descriptions -- youths of seventeen, and elderly women of maybe seventy. These women were scantily attired -- some still wearing summer clothing -- and as the November wind swept and whistled through them, they ducked their heads and tried to huddle within themselves as they pushed close to the wall.

I joined the group as though in quest of a job. Although properly clothed, I too, suffered from the bitter cold which made me shift from foot to foot. Immediately, my thoughts strayed to these twenty or more unfortunate women who were partly-clothed, some with tennis shoes, cut-out men's shoes, warped women's shoes bearing Wanamaker's seal -- the cast-offs of some forgotten "Madam."

A woman with a gold tooth smiled and invited me to share her box. Her face bore cuts over both eyes and the corner of her mouth. She appeared to be as broad as she was tall, but, despite all this, her flat face bore a kindly expression. When she discovered that I was in her category, she became sympathetic and as one woman to another, she began to relate her futile struggle of life from past to present into my receptive ears. She commenced by stating that her name was "Minnie." Minnie was born in the tidewater section of Virginia near Norfolk, a seaport town, in 1908. (She looked forty-five). Her father was a black sailor "brawny of arm and smooth of tongue" -so her mother told her. I interrupted Minnie to question the whereabouts of her father. She stated that, "he had gone down to sea with his ship, so Ma said." She went on to say, "I had been yanked out of school in the third grade at the age of fourteen, in order to take my ailing mother's job at 'Miss Sarah's' -- mother died in a few days." As I listened, attentively, I gathered that Minnie had been repeatedly fired from various positions due to lack of experience and youth -- not having enough endurance and muscle for fifteen to eighteen hours of strenuous laundry and housework. She decided to take a fling at marriage at the age of sixteen. She married a hard-drinking sailor thrice her age who gave her, for a wedding present, Fifty Dollars, and told her, "Get some puddy clo's fo' you' se'f." Minnie, unaccustomed to such a large amount of money, decided to save it -- first having the satisfaction to touch, feel and count. The next night, her husband returned home roaring drunk and demanding money -- "Five Dollars" --and when Minnie timidly took the roll from under the pillow and peeled off the requested amount, he attached her insanely, cutting both her eyes and mouth knocking out her front teeth and taking all of the money, stumbled, and disappeared into the night. She never saw him again!

During the next twelve years, Minnie worked steadier, became adjusted to conditions and was now a squat, muscular woman whose endurance was beyond the average, and she could now work unlimited hours without audible protest. At this period, she replaced her front teeth with gold ones. "But the scars would be with me till my dying day," she quoted.

In September, 1938, Minnie having saved Twenty Dollars, decided to migrate to New York. She arrived with about six Dollars and paid four for a room, leaving two, and though, very hungry, was afraid to spend money for food that night. Early next morning, Minnie went to an Employment Agency. "Yes, they had jobs at Forty Dollars, sleep in or out." She almost shouted for joy -- that was more money than she could make in Norfolk in two months! But this was New York. The Employment Agent signed Minnie up as a good cook-houseworker, etc., then he profferred her a card, saying: "Four Dollars, please."

Minnie said, her 'shoulders sagged!'

"Fo' Dollas fo' whut?"

"For the job; ya dont think I run this Agency for my health, do you?"

"No, suh, no suh, Ah only got two Dollas 'tween me an de Lawd. Ah clare, Mistuh, ah'll give you de res' fus' week ah woks, hones' Mistuh."

He tore up the slip, saying: "Ya'll pay me when you get paid--

That's a hot one -- keep your two Dollars, lady!"

Minnie tried agency after agency but the results were the same. They wanted their money in front. She couldn't get day's or part-time work because the agents had special cliques to whom these choice jobs went. It was rank folly for any outsider to think of getting one of these jobs. After many days of trying, rent due, money gone, a sympathetic girl in one of the Agencies, told Minnie that, "when she was out of money, she stood on one of the corners in the Bronx, where women came and hired you."

"Next mo'nin' Ah gut up prayin' that de lan lady woudn' heah me and walked de fifty-some blocks to dis place, an' I saw Othah gals standin' heah-so Ah stood wid dem. Soon a fine cah driv up -- dere was a lady hol'in' some O'dem eye-glasses yo' hol' in yo' han' an' peepin' at us -- dem di'mons on huh finguhs mos' blin' you an' de mo'nin' too!" She pointed our way an' de big black buck chauffeur got out an' 'proached us sayin', 'Come heah.' Ah sed, 'Who -- me?'

"He sez, 'yes -- ya wanna wuk, don'cha?'

"I walked to the cah an' he says, 'get in'. Ah staht to got in the back but de madam was dere -- he in de front -- wheah could ah set? "Git in the front. Doan tank ya'll set in de madam's lap, dees ya?' De gals laughed.

"'Vill you get in, goil?' sed de madam, 'hi got no time for dot foolishness.' The gals laffed.

"'Hi pay twanty-five sants an hour -- is dot alright mit you?'

"Ah said: 'Yas'm.' After all, I was 'bout to be put out do's.

"De Drivuh driv down Walton Avenue a ways an' stop 'fo' a fine 'partment house. De madam tuck me up to huh 'partment an' ah 'clare, dese seben rooms she pint out to me ain' fittin' fo' hawgs to live in. Dey was sume doity!

"She say: 'Listen, golly. Hi vant you to do a gutt [chobe?] h'im having company tomorrow. Hi vill tip you fine. Your time begins now. You vill be pait by dot clock. See -- nine-forty five?"

"Dat dam' clock sed de same time dat she said, so Ah tho't mah clock was wrong. (All the gals carry clocks.) Ah sta't wukkin' an' wo'n mo'n fifteen minutes begin, when dot ol' heiffer was givin' orders, "do dis an' do dat." She 'zasperate me so dat ah co'd choke huh tongue out'n huh but ah beared huh. 'Bout six o'clock, ah tol' huh, 'Miss Gol' blatt, ah's thru."

"She sehs, 'bout time,' Den she sta'ts reachin' in con'-ahs fo' dust -- feelin' huh husban's shoit colla's to see ef 'nough sta'ch in dem -- lookin at de flo' mos' touchin' nit wit' huh big nose, nea' sighted se'f. Den she smile and seh, 'Vas de lunch gut?' (dat ole slop-fish, two days ole!)

"Ah said: 'reck'n so!"

"Den she gi' me mah money -- dollar, eighty-seben cent.

"Ah sehs: 'Miss Gol' blatt, ain' you' miscalc'late? Ah wukked eight hours -- tu'k fifteen minutes fo' lunch?'

"'Listen' dear goil, Hi neffer cheat hany body. You voiked seven hours -- fifteen minutes, vich giffs you vun dollar -- heighty-two sants, hand hi took hout fife sants for bringink you here, vich makes hi should giff you van eighty seven, bud hi giff you, per agreement, a nize fat tip of tan sants -- van eighty sefen. Goodby!'

"ah was mad den, but when ah got out an' foun' dat it wus eight o'clock and dat ole heifer done cheat me out of two hours, ah cou'd a kilt huh. Well, ah at leas' had sumf'n fo' my lan'lady.

Here, Minnie paused awhile and squinted her tired eyes, say-"Ah hates the people ah Wukks for. Dey's mean, 'ceitful, an' ain' hones'; but whut ah'm gonna do? Ah got to live -- got to hab a place to steh --' dough my lan'lady seys ah gotta bring huh sumf'n or ah can' stay dere tonight..Wait!"

A weazened little woman, with aquiline nose, thick glasses, and three big diamonds which seemed to laugh at the prominent-veined hands which they were on passed down the line, critically looking at the girls. When she reached Minnie, she stopped peering: "Can you do woik-hart voik? Can you vash windows from de houtside?"

"Ah c'n do anything -- wash windows, anywhere." Time was passing, she had to get a job or be put out.

"Twenty-fife sants an hour?"

"No ma'am; thirty-five."

"I can get the youngk goils for fifteen sants, and the old vimmen for tan sants." She motioned toward the others who were eagerly crowding around.

"Yas'm; ah' llgo," said a frog-eyed, speckle-faced; yellow gal, idiotically smiling.

"Me. too," chimed a toothless old hag with gnarled hands -- a memento of some days in Dixie.

"See!" said the woman.

"But dey caint do de wokk Ah kin do," rebutted Minnie defiantly.

"Thirty-sants", said the bargain-hunter, with an air of finality.

"Le's go," said Minnie flashing me a gold-toothed smile.

"See y'u latuh, honey. Ta'k to some o' de othah gals 'bout dere troubles. Sho' he'p yo' wile yo' time 'way.

So long, "Minnie,"

"Hope yo' don' meet no heifer lak' ah did on mah fus' job," she added.

I waved goodbye to the "slave" for a day, as she plodded [???]


Author : Vivian Morris

Keyword / Topic : African Americans; depression

Citation / Source : Library of Congress, Manuscript Division, WPA Federal Writers' Project

Reference : America: A Narrative History, 9th Edition, Chapter 29; Inventing America, Chapter 25; Give Me Liberty, Chapter 21

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