W.E.B. Du Bois: “Still the price of cotton fell, and gradually the landlords deserted their plantations, and the reign of the merchant…”

Hear my cry, O God the Reader; vouchsafe that this my book fall not still-born into the world wilderness.

Actively we have woven ourselves with the very warp and woof of this nation,—we fought their battles, shared their sorrow, mingled our blood with theirs, and generation after generation have pleaded with a headstrong, careless people to…

Would America have been America without her Negro people?

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.