W.E.B. Du Bois: “Yet the rate of illegitimacy is undoubtedly lower than in Austria or Italy, and the women as a class are modest.”

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.

He would not bleach his Negro soul in a flood of white Americanism, for he knows that Negro blood has a message for the world.

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.

The holocaust of war, the terrors of the Ku-Klux Klan, the lies of carpet-baggers, the disorganization of industry, and the contradictory advice of friends and foes, left the bewildered serf with no new watchword beyond the old cry for…