On the recordJanuary 1, 1903
The slave-ship still groaned across the Atlantic, faint cries burdened the Southern breeze, and the great black father whispered mad tales of cruelty into those young ears.
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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gutenberg.orgW.E.B. Du Bois: “The slave-ship still groaned across the Atlantic, faint cries burdened the Southern breeze, and the great black father…”
Editor's note · Context
In The Souls of Black Folk, this sentence vividly portrays the lingering presence of slavery and its traumatic legacy on the consciousness of a young Black child.
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