But Alexander Crummell said, slowly and heavily: “I will never enter your diocese on such terms.” And saying this, he turned and passed into the Valley of the Shadow of Death.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “But Alexander Crummell said, slowly and heavily: “I will never enter your diocese on such terms.” And saying this, he…”
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This powerful declaration emphasizes the refusal to accept demeaning terms, highlighting the dignity and strength of the individual.
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