W.E.B. Du Bois: “Better far this nameless void that stops my life than a sea of sorrow for you.”

Such an assumption is the arrogance of peoples irreverent toward Time and ignorant of the deeds of men.

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.

The silently growing assumption of this age is that the probation of races is past, and that the backward races of to-day are of proven inefficiency and not worth the saving.

Would America have been America without her Negro people?