W.E.B. Du Bois: “I go forty blocks to Marshall's, but the Committee of Fourteen closes Marshall's; they say white women frequent it.”

So the Cotton Kingdom still lives; the world still bows beneath her sceptre.

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.

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…

Yet even then the hard ruthless rape of the land began to tell.