W.E.B. Du Bois: “He shows his Northern visitor the scarred and wretched land; the ruined mansions, the worn-out soil and mortgaged acres…”

Between me and the other world there is ever an unasked question: unasked by some through feelings of delicacy; by others through the difficulty of rightly framing it.

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

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

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.