We have seen,--Merciful God! in these wild days and in the name of Civilization, Justice, and Motherhood,--what have we not seen, right here in America, of orgy, cruelty, barbarism, and murder done to men and women of Negro descent.
In this passage, Du Bois laments the cruelty inflicted upon Black Americans in the name of civilization and justice.
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