W.E.B. Du Bois: “Indeed, here among American Negroes we have exemplified the last and worst refuge of industrial caste.”

Between me and the other world there is ever an unasked question: unasked by some through feelings of delicacy; by others through the difficulty of rightly framing it.

Three things characterized this religion of the slave,—the Preacher, the Music, and the Frenzy.

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

The ballot, which before he had looked upon as a visible sign of freedom, he now regarded as the chief means of gaining and perfecting the liberty with which war had partially endowed him.