The discomfort lies chiefly in the hearts of those four black men yonder—and in mine.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “The discomfort lies chiefly in the hearts of those four black men yonder—and in mine.”
Editor's note · Context
Reflecting on the experience of riding in a "Jim Crow Car," Du Bois identifies the true source of discomfort.
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