W.E.B. Du Bois: “All words and all thinking lead to the child,--to that vast immortality and the wide sweep of infinite possibility which…”

This, then, is the end of his striving: to be a co-worker in the kingdom of culture, to escape both death and isolation, to husband and use his best powers and his latent genius.

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

Through history, the powers of single black men flash here and there like falling stars, and die sometimes before the world has rightly gauged their brightness.

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