I believe that armies and navies are at bottom the tinsel and braggadocio of oppression and wrong, and I believe that the wicked conquest of weaker and darker nations by nations whiter and stronger but foreshadows the death of that strength.
Du Bois critiques militarism and colonialism, warning of the moral decay that accompanies such actions.
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