W.E.B. Du Bois: “We move to this swift home on dun and swelling waters and hear as we come the heartbeats of the new world.”

He would not bleach his Negro soul in a flood of white Americanism, for he knows that Negro blood has a message for the world.

Yet even then the hard ruthless rape of the land began to tell.

By 1830 slavery seemed hopelessly fastened on the South, and the slaves thoroughly cowed into submission.

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.