Ignorant it may be, and poverty stricken, black and curious in limb and ways and thought; and yet it loves and hates, it toils and tires, it laughs and weeps its bitter tears, and looks in vague and awful longing at the grim horizon of its life,—all this, even as you and I.
In a poignant appeal for human understanding, Du Bois describes the universal emotions and struggles that connect all people, regardless of their social or racial standing.
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