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The Autobiography of an Ex-Coloured Man

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James Weldon Johnson
James Weldon Johnson

James Weldon Johnson was an American author, poet, musician, and civil rights activist. He is known for his poetry, novels, and musical compositions, and was a significant figure in the American civil rights movement. more

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