W.E.B. Du Bois: “I bearded the poor, hunted president in his den, and yet was re-elected to my position.”

The direct result of this system is an all-cotton scheme of agriculture and the continued bankruptcy of the tenant.

The first decade was merely a prolongation of the vain search for freedom, the boon that seemed ever barely to elude their grasp,—like a tantalizing will-o’-the-wisp, maddening and misleading the headless host.

He simply wishes to make it possible for a man to be both a Negro and an American, without being cursed and spit upon by his fellows, without having the doors of Opportunity closed roughly in his face.

To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.