W.E.B. Du Bois: “There is no use asking the black tenant, then, to diversify his crops,—he cannot under this system.”

Our song, our toil, our cheer, and warning have been given to this nation in blood-brotherhood.

Let the ears of a guilty people tingle with truth, and seventy millions sigh for the righteousness which exalteth nations, in this drear day when human brotherhood is mockery and a snare.

The silently growing assumption of this age is that the probation of races is past, and that the backward races of to-day are of proven inefficiency and not worth the saving.

If somewhere in this whirl and chaos of things there dwells Eternal Good, pitiful yet masterful, then anon in His good time America shall rend the Veil and the prisoned shall go free.