Well sped, my boy, before the world had dubbed your ambition insolence, had held your ideals unattainable, and taught you to cringe and bow.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “Well sped, my boy, before the world had dubbed your ambition insolence, had held your ideals unattainable, and taught…”
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Du Bois expresses a bittersweet sentiment that his son died before experiencing the world's racist suppression of Black ambition.
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