And here is a land where, in the higher walks of life, in all the higher striving for the good and noble and true, the color-line comes to separate natural friends and coworkers; while at the bottom of the social group, in the saloon, the gambling-hell, and the brothel, that same line wavers and disappears.
In his exploration of racial segregation, Du Bois describes the paradoxical ways the color line operates across different social strata.
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