W.E.B. Du Bois: “The wretched of my race that line the alleys of the nation sit fatherless and unmothered; but Love sat beside his…”

He simply wishes to make it possible for a man to be both a Negro and an American, without being cursed and spit upon by his fellows, without having the doors of Opportunity closed roughly in his face.

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

Alas, with the years all this fine contempt began to fade; for the words I longed for, and all their dazzling opportunities, were theirs, not mine.

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