It was a hard struggle, for things did not come easily to him,—few crowding memories of early life and teaching came to help him on his new way; but all the world toward which he strove was of his own building, and he builded slow and hard.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “It was a hard struggle, for things did not come easily to him,—few crowding memories of early life and teaching came to…”
Editor's note · Context
From a chapter reflecting on the education of Black youth, this passage describes the arduous process of self-improvement and building one's own future.
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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.
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.
It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity.
A million black men started with renewed zeal to vote themselves into the kingdom.