W.E.B. Du Bois: “For the purpose of mutual aid, they banded themselves together in society capacity, that they might be better able to…”

But they should not keep these prizes, I said; some, all, I would wrest from them.

Away with the black man’s ballot, by force or fraud,—and behold the suicide of a race!

With other black boys the strife was not so fiercely sunny: their youth shrunk into tasteless sycophancy, or into silent hatred of the pale world about them and mocking distrust of everything white; or wasted itself in a bitter cry, Why…

One ever feels his twoness,—an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.