W.E.B. Du Bois: “I have looked upon the dread disrobing of the Night, and yet I live.”

Away with the black man’s ballot, by force or fraud,—and behold the suicide of a race!

The form and disposition of the laborers’ cabins throughout the Black Belt is to-day the same as in slavery days.

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.

They approach me in a half-hesitant sort of way, eye me curiously or compassionately, and then, instead of saying directly, How does it feel to be a problem? they say, I know an excellent colored man in my town; or, I fought at…