W.E.B. Du Bois: “A resistless feeling of depression falls slowly upon us, despite the gaudy sunshine and the green cottonfields.”

So long as the world stands meekly dumb before such questions, shall this nation proclaim its ignorance and unhallowed prejudices by denying freedom of opportunity to those who brought the Sorrow Songs to the Seats of the Mighty?

Such an assumption is the arrogance of peoples irreverent toward Time and ignorant of the deeds of men.

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

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