On the recordJanuary 1, 1903
The wretched of my race that line the alleys of the nation sit fatherless and unmothered; but Love sat beside his cradle, and in his ear Wisdom waited to speak.
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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Du Bois contrasts the widespread neglect of Black children with the love and wisdom he provided for his own son.
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