W.E.B. Du Bois: “Long tongues of dark and golden land lick far out into the tossing waters, and the white gulls sail and scream above…”

He simply wishes to make it possible for a man to be both a Negro and an American, without being cursed and spit upon by his fellows, without having the doors of Opportunity closed roughly in his face.

This, then, is the end of his striving: to be a co-worker in the kingdom of culture, to escape both death and isolation, to husband and use his best powers and his latent genius.

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

The Nation has not yet found peace from its sins; the freedman has not yet found in freedom his promised land.