W.E.B. Du Bois: “These super-men and world-mastering demi-gods listened, however, to no low tongues of ours, even when we pointed…”

The first decade was merely a prolongation of the vain search for freedom, the boon that seemed ever barely to elude their grasp,—like a tantalizing will-o’-the-wisp, maddening and misleading the headless host.

Then it dawned upon me with a certain suddenness that I was different from the others; or like, mayhap, in heart and life and longing, but shut out from their world by a vast veil.

Alas, with the years all this fine contempt began to fade; for the words I longed for, and all their dazzling opportunities, were theirs, not mine.

So the Cotton Kingdom still lives; the world still bows beneath her sceptre.