W.E.B. Du Bois: “The busy city dinned about us; they did not say much, those pale-faced hurrying men and women; they did not say…”

Then it dawned upon me with a certain suddenness that I was different from the others; or like, mayhap, in heart and life and longing, but shut out from their world by a vast veil.

Yet even then the hard ruthless rape of the land began to tell.

Through history, the powers of single black men flash here and there like falling stars, and die sometimes before the world has rightly gauged their brightness.

A million black men started with renewed zeal to vote themselves into the kingdom.