W.E.B. Du Bois: “She must have the right of motherhood at her own discretion.”

It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity.

A million black men started with renewed zeal to vote themselves into the kingdom.

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

And yet, being a problem is a strange experience,—peculiar even for one who has never been anything else, save perhaps in babyhood and in Europe.