W.E.B. Du Bois: “God is Love, Love is God; There is no God but Love And Work is His Prophet!”

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

The form and disposition of the laborers’ cabins throughout the Black Belt is to-day the same as in slavery days.

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.

Alas, with the years all this fine contempt began to fade; for the words I longed for, and all their dazzling opportunities, were theirs, not mine.