On the recordJanuary 1, 1903
From the low doorway the mother silently watched her boy at play, and at nightfall sought him eagerly lest the shadows bear him away to the land of slaves.
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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gutenberg.orgW.E.B. Du Bois: “From the low doorway the mother silently watched her boy at play, and at nightfall sought him eagerly lest the shadows…”
Editor's note · Context
This passage from The Souls of Black Folk illustrates a mother's profound fear for her child's safety, haunted by the specter of slavery.
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