W.E.B. Du Bois: “As time flew I felt not so much disowned and rejected as rather drawn up into higher spaces and made part of a mightier…”

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.

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

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.