W.E.B. Du Bois: “I might have known that yonder deep unworldly look that ever and anon floated past his eyes was peering far beyond this…”

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

All this segregation by color is largely independent of that natural clustering by social grades common to all communities.

Fully ninety-four per cent have struggled for land and failed, and half of them sit in hopeless serfdom.

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.