W.E.B. Du Bois: “The size and arrangements of a people’s homes are no unfair index of their condition.”

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.

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

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

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