On the recordJanuary 1, 1903
It is a depressing place,—bare, unshaded, with no charm of past association, only a memory of forced human toil,—now, then, and before the war.
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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gutenberg.orgIt is a depressing place,—bare, unshaded, with no charm of past association, only a memory of forced human toil,—now, then, and before the war.
Reflecting on the enduring legacy of forced labor in the American South, Du Bois describes a place devoid of joy or historical charm.
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