Conscious of his impotence, and pessimistic, he often becomes bitter and vindictive; and his religion, instead of a worship, is a complaint and a curse, a wail rather than a hope, a sneer rather than a faith.
Du Bois describes how the pervasive experience of powerlessness and pessimism can transform Black religious expression into a lament rather than a source of hope.
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