W.E.B. Du Bois: “Grant us that war and hatred cease, Reveal our souls in every race and hue!”

Three things characterized this religion of the slave,—the Preacher, the Music, and the Frenzy.

Through history, the powers of single black men flash here and there like falling stars, and die sometimes before the world has rightly gauged their brightness.

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

And yet, being a problem is a strange experience,—peculiar even for one who has never been anything else, save perhaps in babyhood and in Europe.