W.E.B. Du Bois: “In fine, that if from the world were dropped everything that could not fairly be attributed to White Folk, the world…”

The shades of the prison-house closed round about us all: walls strait and stubborn to the whitest, but relentlessly narrow, tall, and unscalable to sons of night who must plod darkly on in resignation, or beat unavailing palms against the…

And yet, being a problem is a strange experience,—peculiar even for one who has never been anything else, save perhaps in babyhood and in Europe.

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

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.