W.E.B. Du Bois: “With this training it is difficult for the freedman to learn to grasp the opportunities already opened to him, and the…”

Through history, the powers of single black men flash here and there like falling stars, and die sometimes before the world has rightly gauged their brightness.

A million black men started with renewed zeal to vote themselves into the kingdom.

It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity.

So the Cotton Kingdom still lives; the world still bows beneath her sceptre.