By the middle of the eighteenth century the black slave had sunk, with hushed murmurs, to his place at the bottom of a new economic system, and was unconsciously ripe for a new philosophy of life.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “By the middle of the eighteenth century the black slave had sunk, with hushed murmurs, to his place at the bottom of a…”
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This passage describes the historical condition of enslaved Black people in the mid-18th century and their psychological readiness for a new worldview.
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