W.E.B. Du Bois: “Train up workers with honor and consciences and brains.”

It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity.

Fully ninety-four per cent have struggled for land and failed, and half of them sit in hopeless serfdom.

The Nation has not yet found peace from its sins; the freedman has not yet found in freedom his promised land.

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