W.E.B. Du Bois: “I meant still to be captain of my soul, but I realized that even captains are not omnipotent in uncharted and angry…”

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

This waste of double aims, this seeking to satisfy two unreconciled ideals, has wrought sad havoc with the courage and faith and deeds of ten thousand thousand people,—has sent them often wooing false gods and invoking false means of…

A million black men started with renewed zeal to vote themselves into the kingdom.

Fully ninety-four per cent have struggled for land and failed, and half of them sit in hopeless serfdom.