W.E.B. Du Bois: “She was primal woman; mighty mother of all men to come and Bride of Life.”

Fully ninety-four per cent have struggled for land and failed, and half of them sit in hopeless serfdom.

One ever feels his twoness,—an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.

They approach me in a half-hesitant sort of way, eye me curiously or compassionately, and then, instead of saying directly, How does it feel to be a problem? they say, I know an excellent colored man in my town; or, I fought at…

The Nation has not yet found peace from its sins; the freedman has not yet found in freedom his promised land.