W.E.B. Du Bois: “New York and night from the Brooklyn Bridge: The bees and fireflies flit and twinkle in their vast hives; curved clouds…”

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.

Between me and the other world there is ever an unasked question: unasked by some through feelings of delicacy; by others through the difficulty of rightly framing it.

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

Away back in the days of bondage they thought to see in one divine event the end of all doubt and disappointment; few men ever worshipped Freedom with half such unquestioning faith as did the American Negro for two centuries.