W.E.B. Du Bois: “How many white folk would give their own souls if they might graft into their children's souls a great, moving, guiding…”

Between me and the other world there is ever an unasked question: unasked by some through feelings of delicacy; by others through the difficulty of rightly framing it.

But they should not keep these prizes, I said; some, all, I would wrest from them.

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

I had thereafter no desire to tear down that veil, to creep through; I held all beyond it in common contempt, and lived above it in a region of blue sky and great wandering shadows.