So the Waters-Loring plantation was stilled by the spell of dishonesty, and stands like some gaunt rebuke to a scarred land.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “So the Waters-Loring plantation was stilled by the spell of dishonesty, and stands like some gaunt rebuke to a scarred…”
Editor's note · Context
In his exploration of the post-slavery South, this line reflects on the lasting impact of economic corruption on the landscape and its people.
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