For them, perhaps, some one will some day lift the Veil,—will come tenderly and cheerily into those sad little lives and brush the brooding hate away, just as Beriah Green strode in upon the life of Alexander Crummell.
In The Souls of Black Folk, Du Bois expresses a hopeful vision for the future, where the "Veil" of racial division might be lifted for Black children, referencing a historical figure.
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The first decade was merely a prolongation of the vain search for freedom, the boon that seemed ever barely to elude their grasp,—like a tantalizing will-o’-the-wisp, maddening and misleading the headless host.
Fully ninety-four per cent have struggled for land and failed, and half of them sit in hopeless serfdom.
The form and disposition of the laborers’ cabins throughout the Black Belt is to-day the same as in slavery days.
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.