W.E.B. Du Bois: “No wonder we point to thief and murderer, and haunting prostitute, and the never-ending throng of unhearsed dead!”

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.

Would America have been America without her Negro people?

Around us the history of the land has centred for thrice a hundred years; out of the nation’s heart we have called all that was best to throttle and subdue all that was worst; fire and blood, prayer and sacrifice, have billowed over this…

Hear my cry, O God the Reader; vouchsafe that this my book fall not still-born into the world wilderness.