W.E.B. Du Bois: “But the world listened only half credulously until the Fisk Jubilee Singers sang the slave songs so deeply into the…”

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

Yet even then the hard ruthless rape of the land began to tell.

In song and exhortation swelled one refrain—Liberty; in his tears and curses the God he implored had Freedom in his right hand.

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.