W.E.B. Du Bois: “Today it wavers between the prostitute and the nun.”

Fully ninety-four per cent have struggled for land and failed, and half of them sit in hopeless serfdom.

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.

By 1830 slavery seemed hopelessly fastened on the South, and the slaves thoroughly cowed into submission.

Years have passed away since then,—ten, twenty, forty; forty years of national life, forty years of renewal and development, and yet the swarthy spectre sits in its accustomed seat at the Nation’s feast.