Archibald Henry Grimké: “I never can look up to these wretched retreats for my colored brethren without feeling my soul overwhelmed with emotions…”

Perhaps the common people would hearken to what the wise and powerful had rejected.

It is a gangrene preying upon our vitals--an earthquake rumbling under our feet--a mine accumulating material for a national catastrophe.

But ignorance is a breeder of crime just as poverty is.

I cannot conceive why a black man may not as reasonably object to my color, as I to his.