W.E.B. Du Bois: “I saw the race-hatred of the whites as I had never dreamed of it before,--naked and unashamed!”

It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity.

All this segregation by color is largely independent of that natural clustering by social grades common to all communities.

Away with the black man’s ballot, by force or fraud,—and behold the suicide of a race!

Yet even then the hard ruthless rape of the land began to tell.