W.E.B. Du Bois: “From that day to this I have never knowingly raised my hat to a Southern white woman.”

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

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.

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

Yet even then the hard ruthless rape of the land began to tell.