W.E.B. Du Bois: “If we were not dead we would lie and listen to the flowers grow.”

So the Cotton Kingdom still lives; the world still bows beneath her sceptre.

Through history, the powers of single black men flash here and there like falling stars, and die sometimes before the world has rightly gauged their brightness.

The form and disposition of the laborers’ cabins throughout the Black Belt is to-day the same as in slavery days.

He simply wishes to make it possible for a man to be both a Negro and an American, without being cursed and spit upon by his fellows, without having the doors of Opportunity closed roughly in his face.