W.E.B. Du Bois: “So in that little Oneida school there came to those schoolboys a revelation of thought and longing beneath one black…”

Three things characterized this religion of the slave,—the Preacher, the Music, and the Frenzy.

One ever feels his twoness,—an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.

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.

Fully ninety-four per cent have struggled for land and failed, and half of them sit in hopeless serfdom.