Restless still, and unsatisfied, he turned toward Africa, and for long years, amid the spawn of the slave-smugglers, sought a new heaven and a new earth.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “Restless still, and unsatisfied, he turned toward Africa, and for long years, amid the spawn of the slave-smugglers…”
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Du Bois reflects on the restless search for identity and purpose among those of African descent.
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