W.E.B. Du Bois: “Whatever we may say of the results of such contact in the past, it certainly forms a chapter in human action not…”

Fully ninety-four per cent have struggled for land and failed, and half of them sit in hopeless serfdom.

The shades of the prison-house closed round about us all: walls strait and stubborn to the whitest, but relentlessly narrow, tall, and unscalable to sons of night who must plod darkly on in resignation, or beat unavailing palms against the…

But they should not keep these prizes, I said; some, all, I would wrest from them.

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