Into the hands of these men the Southern laborers, white and black, have fallen; and this to their sorrow.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “Into the hands of these men the Southern laborers, white and black, have fallen; and this to their sorrow.”
Editor's note · Context
This passage from "The Souls of Black Folk" laments the exploitation faced by both white and black Southern laborers under the new industrial leadership.
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