W.E.B. Du Bois: “And if this is the fault of America, how dire a danger lies before a new land and a new city, lest Atlanta, stooping for…”

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.

But whichever it is, the meaning is always clear: that sometime, somewhere, men will judge men by their souls and not by their skins.

Our song, our toil, our cheer, and warning have been given to this nation in blood-brotherhood.

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