And their weak wings beat against their barriers,—barriers of caste, of youth, of life; at last, in dangerous moments, against everything that opposed even a whim.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “And their weak wings beat against their barriers,—barriers of caste, of youth, of life; at last, in dangerous moments…”
Editor's note · Context
Du Bois uses a vivid metaphor to describe the relentless struggle of young Black Americans against the pervasive obstacles they faced.
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