W.E.B. Du Bois: “What Belgium now suffers is not half, not even a tenth, of what she has done to black Congo since Stanley's great dream…”

But they should not keep these prizes, I said; some, all, I would wrest from them.

Alas, with the years all this fine contempt began to fade; for the words I longed for, and all their dazzling opportunities, were theirs, not mine.

Then it dawned upon me with a certain suddenness that I was different from the others; or like, mayhap, in heart and life and longing, but shut out from their world by a vast veil.

Away back in the days of bondage they thought to see in one divine event the end of all doubt and disappointment; few men ever worshipped Freedom with half such unquestioning faith as did the American Negro for two centuries.