On the recordJanuary 1, 1903
And yet with all this there was something sordid, something forced,—a certain feverish unrest and recklessness; for was not all this show and tinsel built upon a groan?
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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Editor's note · Context
This passage critiques the superficial grandeur of the antebellum South, revealing the underlying human suffering that supported its wealth and extravagance.
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