W.E.B. Du Bois: “A deep longing swelled in all his heart to rise with that clear music out of the dirt and dust of that low life that…”

Actively we have woven ourselves with the very warp and woof of this nation,—we fought their battles, shared their sorrow, mingled our blood with theirs, and generation after generation have pleaded with a headstrong, careless people to…

But whichever it is, the meaning is always clear: that sometime, somewhere, men will judge men by their souls and not by their skins.

Such an assumption is the arrogance of peoples irreverent toward Time and ignorant of the deeds of men.

Around us the history of the land has centred for thrice a hundred years; out of the nation’s heart we have called all that was best to throttle and subdue all that was worst; fire and blood, prayer and sacrifice, have billowed over this…