W.E.B. Du Bois: “The ancient world would have laughed at such a distinction.”

This, then, is the end of his striving: to be a co-worker in the kingdom of culture, to escape both death and isolation, to husband and use his best powers and his latent genius.

In song and exhortation swelled one refrain—Liberty; in his tears and curses the God he implored had Freedom in his right hand.

The Nation has not yet found peace from its sins; the freedman has not yet found in freedom his promised land.

All this segregation by color is largely independent of that natural clustering by social grades common to all communities.