W.E.B. Du Bois: “How many white folk would give their own souls if they might graft into their children's souls a great, moving, guiding…”

Away with the black man’s ballot, by force or fraud,—and behold the suicide of a race!

It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity.

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…

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