W.E.B. Du Bois: “But they should not keep these prizes, I said; some, all, I would wrest from them.”

Alas, with the years all this fine contempt began to fade; for the words I longed for, and all their dazzling opportunities, were theirs, not mine.

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.

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