W.E.B. Du Bois: “Now and then out of the void flashed the great sword of hate to remind me of the battle.”

The ballot, which before he had looked upon as a visible sign of freedom, he now regarded as the chief means of gaining and perfecting the liberty with which war had partially endowed him.

So the Cotton Kingdom still lives; the world still bows beneath her sceptre.

All this segregation by color is largely independent of that natural clustering by social grades common to all communities.

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