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Letter 32
Ruth
Lonely--Chicago Wears Thin
Thinks About Returning Home
ARMY SERVICE FORCES
Chicago Signal Depot
1093 West Pershing Road
Chicago 9, Illinois
July 14, 1945
My Dear Bruce,
I received your letter and was glad to hear from you. Glad also that you liked the program, it's
yours. I thought you would like to have it. I had wanted to send you a souvenir of
Katheryn Dunham and her troupe but unfortunately that night I had only enough for one program. Her programs cost 75 cents
each. That was the highest I had ever paid for a program but I assure you it was worth it.
Did I tell you that while Robeson was playing
"Othello"
he and Uta Hagan made the front page of the magazine section of the Chicago
Tribune? Since I have been here I have been saving my clippings. Anything of importance to the Negro. Know what?
When I moved here the party who previously occupied this room left some old Life magazines. I went through the lot of them
and whattayaknow, I found the issue of Life with the Detroit Race Riot.
I got awfully angry with Life magazine when I read an
article on the soldier and noticed particularly that Negroes
at Mess call eat more than they are able "their eyes being bigger than their
stomach." I saved it anyhow.
I have sent a lot of these clippings home because I
began compiling so many things that if I ever intended to leave Chicago in a hurry I would probably need a trunk or two and I
never like too much baggage. But, if you would like to see these articles and return them to me when you have finished
with them I shall send them to you.
One thing I have found out about Chicago. Though it's a convenient place to live, everything handy, still it hasn't
got that clean fresh odor of New Orleans air. There are so many factories over here, keeps the air polluted with soot and
dust. Being the Windy City it also isn't very clean. There are so many allys here. Crime is actually inviting.
Bruce, I have never seen so many Negroes in my life.
It's so noticeable because most of the Negroes are found on
Chicago's south side. People are coming up here in droves, the stations are always crowded. It isn't such a bad idea for people to
come up here but most of them are the ignorant poor types who make everything bad for the rest of the Negroes who actually
know how to use their freedom.
There are so many Negroes from the worst Southern states that sometimes it's hard to believe that you're in a
Northern State. Those who are born here don't seem to be any better educated than our folks back home. The school kids strike me
as though they're still ignorant, the rough and ready type who'll give you plenty of trouble. By no means do they look
progressive. Bruce, you should hear the language kids five and six use, it's terrible!
You know Bruce, many Negroes from the south come up here with no idea at all of the high
cost of living . . . Jumping from $12 and $15 a month rent in N.O. to $50 and $60 a month
here in Chicago is a devil of thing, as a result, many of them are crowded into filthy stink hovels and live in the most
deplorable conditions.
For a room for myself alone I pay $7.50 a week. It's a nice little room and I like it.
The buildings here in Chicago look like the houses I suppose England would have. The little
house which I live looks like an old English Castle. Upper and lower floors, with rooms only on one side of the hall.
The place where I live is old but in good condition. We have a very beautiful lawn out front and a rock garden in the
back yard which is slowly covering up a concrete pool which at one time must have been for small children. There are also a
few trees in the yard. One right near my window. I am in a
very convenient place -- right next to the bathroom. Bath tub is
big enough to swim in. The wash basin is very antique. I think you would agree with me.
There aren't any stores on our street, we have to go
over to Indiana Ave., or on the the intersections of our street. Being a street of mostly residences, it's naturally quiet.
The parks are very beautiful and now that summer's here one can see couples picnicing there or tanning themselves in
the sun.
The huge library down on State Street is a dream. I have been in it only once. The reason being--a library in the next
block from my place. The Cleveland Hall Branch. Rosenwald was the donor of the site.
In this particular library there is a special room for Negro Books. Know what? I found a copy of
"Golden Slippers."
Of course, I took it to work with me and showed it to the girls and where once they called me
"Ruth" some now call me Mrs. Christian and others don't speak to me at all.
The longer I live, the more I understand you. . . .For instance, you never believed in meeting insignificant people.
I couldn't understand why, but I do now. You see, I've found out it just doesn't pay to crowd your mind with
"friends." They're never really friends anyhow. The best friends and company I
could ever have is my radio which I bought second hand but which is very good.
I buy whatever I consider necessary towards making my life happy. Am trying also to save so that one day I'll have
everything I want. I am working overtime today for something special. I saw something downtown I know you'll be quite
surprised and enthused over it. The man told me it was
genuine, I don't know if it is or not but at any rate I know you'll appreciate it.
Bruce, I suppose you're wondering--why the long letter
or why a letter at all? Well, for months I hadn't given you a thought. I had a dream about you not long ago and the next day
your little booklet came. The booklet showed me somehow you were thinking about me, whether it meant thinking of me little
or much I do not know. But I did begin to think about us . . . what you had tried to do for me and why we didn't succeed. I
dreamed about Caliban the other nite. Perhaps because there's
a dog next door who looks like him and who does a lot of
barking.
I am wondering my dear, if 16 months have changed you. I have learned to do many things, to think quite differently
about a lot of things I used to hold against you. I mingle
with people but not to the extent of becoming too friendly.
Take good care of yourself and eat your meals regularly. And above all . . . finsih the book . . . or . . . Are you
waiting for your Skipper to come back and help you with it? I thought surely -- that when I left you, you would have found
time to finish the book. It always seemed as though I got in your way.
All of this writing and all I really want to know is -- Do you miss me? have I ever really meant anything to you or .
. . do I still mean anything to you? Write soon and let me know.
Your skipper,
Ruth.
P.S. Give Dr. Quarles my regards. Also tell Sister and
all the folks "hello" for me. I thought your letter very
sweet, especially the last part. Didn't know you were ever proud of me.
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