There is not a village or road that does not behold the sad procession of manacled outcasts whose mournful countenances tell that they are exiled by force from all that their hearts hold dear.
Du Bois paints a stark picture of the realities faced by enslaved individuals and their families.
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Away with the black man’s ballot, by force or fraud,—and behold the suicide of a race!
By 1830 slavery seemed hopelessly fastened on the South, and the slaves thoroughly cowed into submission.