W.E.B. Du Bois: “But now and then the crisscross rails or straight palings break into view, and then we know a touch of culture is near.”

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

Thus we have two great and hardly reconcilable streams of thought and ethical strivings; the danger of the one lies in anarchy, that of the other in hypocrisy.

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.

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