W.E.B. Du Bois: “He loved the white matron, he loved his black nurse; and in his little world walked souls alone, uncolored and…”

Around us the history of the land has centred for thrice a hundred years; out of the nation’s heart we have called all that was best to throttle and subdue all that was worst; fire and blood, prayer and sacrifice, have billowed over this…

Such an assumption is the arrogance of peoples irreverent toward Time and ignorant of the deeds of men.

Hear my cry, O God the Reader; vouchsafe that this my book fall not still-born into the world wilderness.

The silently growing assumption of this age is that the probation of races is past, and that the backward races of to-day are of proven inefficiency and not worth the saving.