Even the broken reed on which we had rested high hopes of eternal peace,--the guild of the laborers--the front of that very important movement for human justice on which we had builded most, even this flew like a straw before the breath of king and kaiser.
Du Bois reflects on the disillusionment with labor movements in the face of imperialist ambitions.
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