Below Macon the world grows darker; for now we approach the Black Belt,—that strange land of shadows, at which even slaves paled in the past, and whence come now only faint and half-intelligible murmurs to the world beyond.
Describing his journey south, Du Bois characterizes the "Black Belt" as a place of historical suffering and ongoing isolation.
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