W.E.B. Du Bois: “In the treatment of the child the world foreshadows its own future and faith.”

Years have passed away since then,—ten, twenty, forty; forty years of national life, forty years of renewal and development, and yet the swarthy spectre sits in its accustomed seat at the Nation’s feast.

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

Whatever of good may have come in these years of change, the shadow of a deep disappointment rests upon the Negro people,—a disappointment all the more bitter because the unattained ideal was unbounded save by the simple ignorance of a…

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