W.E.B. Du Bois: “So he grew, and brought within his wide influence all that was best of those who walk within the Veil.”

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

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.

The direct result of this system is an all-cotton scheme of agriculture and the continued bankruptcy of the tenant.

I had thereafter no desire to tear down that veil, to creep through; I held all beyond it in common contempt, and lived above it in a region of blue sky and great wandering shadows.