W.E.B. Du Bois: “He bought a square mile or more, and for a time the field-hands sang, the gins groaned, and the mills buzzed.”

The form and disposition of the laborers’ cabins throughout the Black Belt is to-day the same as in slavery days.

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.

They approach me in a half-hesitant sort of way, eye me curiously or compassionately, and then, instead of saying directly, How does it feel to be a problem? they say, I know an excellent colored man in my town; or, I fought at…

In song and exhortation swelled one refrain—Liberty; in his tears and curses the God he implored had Freedom in his right hand.