W.E.B. Du Bois: “Why may I not rest me from this restlessness and sleep from this wide waking?”

Would America have been America without her Negro people?

Our song, our toil, our cheer, and warning have been given to this nation in blood-brotherhood.

So wofully unorganized is sociological knowledge that the meaning of progress, the meaning of “swift” and “slow” in human doing, and the limits of human perfectability, are veiled, unanswered sphinxes on the shores of science.

But whichever it is, the meaning is always clear: that sometime, somewhere, men will judge men by their souls and not by their skins.