And yet, somehow, above the suffering, above the shackled anger that beats the bars, above the hurt that crazes there surges in me a vast pity,--pity for a people imprisoned and enthralled, hampered and made miserable for such a cause, for such a phantasy!
This quote expresses Du Bois's deep empathy for the suffering of Black people, emphasizing their plight and resilience.
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