W.E.B. Du Bois: “The terrible upheaval in the West Indies, beginning in 1791, furnished this rising movement with an irresistible…”

After the Egyptian and Indian, the Greek and Roman, the Teuton and Mongolian, the Negro is a sort of seventh son, born with a veil, and gifted with second-sight in this American world,—a world which yields him no true self-consciousness…

This, then, is the end of his striving: to be a co-worker in the kingdom of culture, to escape both death and isolation, to husband and use his best powers and his latent genius.

To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.

Away with the black man’s ballot, by force or fraud,—and behold the suicide of a race!