And yet it was singular that few thought of two Johns,—for the black folk thought of one John, and he was black; and the white folk thought of another John, and he was white.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “And yet it was singular that few thought of two Johns,—for the black folk thought of one John, and he was black; and the…”
Editor's note · Context
In "The Souls of Black Folk," this passage highlights the profound racial segregation of thought and identity within a Southern community, even when referring to individuals with the same name.
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