W.E.B. Du Bois: “We did buy seven hundred acres across up yonder, and paid for it; but they cheated us out of it.”

Through history, the powers of single black men flash here and there like falling stars, and die sometimes before the world has rightly gauged their brightness.

To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.

The history of the American Negro is the history of this strife,—this longing to attain self-conscious manhood, to merge his double self into a better and truer self.

The direct result of this system is an all-cotton scheme of agriculture and the continued bankruptcy of the tenant.