I studied eagerly under teachers who bent in subtle sympathy, feeling themselves some shadow of the Veil and lifting it gently that we darker souls might peer through to other worlds.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “I studied eagerly under teachers who bent in subtle sympathy, feeling themselves some shadow of the Veil and lifting it…”
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Du Bois describes the profound impact of sympathetic teachers who helped him navigate the complexities of race and education.
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