W.E.B. Du Bois: “I seem to see the spears of mighty horsemen flash golden in the light; empurpled banners flame afar, and the low thunder…”

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.

Whatever of good may have come in these years of change, the shadow of a deep disappointment rests upon the Negro people,—a disappointment all the more bitter because the unattained ideal was unbounded save by the simple ignorance of a…

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

And yet, being a problem is a strange experience,—peculiar even for one who has never been anything else, save perhaps in babyhood and in Europe.