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…”

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

The holocaust of war, the terrors of the Ku-Klux Klan, the lies of carpet-baggers, the disorganization of industry, and the contradictory advice of friends and foes, left the bewildered serf with no new watchword beyond the old cry for…

The Nation has not yet found peace from its sins; the freedman has not yet found in freedom his promised land.

They approach me in a half-hesitant sort of way, eye me curiously or compassionately, and then, instead of saying directly, How does it feel to be a problem? they say, I know an excellent colored man in my town; or, I fought at…