On the recordJanuary 1, 1903
Then the swamp grows beautiful; a raised road, built by chained Negro convicts, dips down into it, and forms a way walled and almost covered in living green.
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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gutenberg.orgW.E.B. Du Bois: “Then the swamp grows beautiful; a raised road, built by chained Negro convicts, dips down into it, and forms a way…”
Editor's note · Context
Describing the physical landscape of the South, this passage highlights the beauty of nature juxtaposed with the harsh reality of forced labor and racial injustice.
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