W.E.B. Du Bois: “New York and morning: the sun is kissing the timid dew in Central Park, and from the Fountain of Plenty one looks along…”

The ballot, which before he had looked upon as a visible sign of freedom, he now regarded as the chief means of gaining and perfecting the liberty with which war had partially endowed him.

So the Cotton Kingdom still lives; the world still bows beneath her sceptre.

Thus we have two great and hardly reconcilable streams of thought and ethical strivings; the danger of the one lies in anarchy, that of the other in hypocrisy.

Fully ninety-four per cent have struggled for land and failed, and half of them sit in hopeless serfdom.