On the recordJanuary 1, 1903
He felt his poverty; without a cent, without a home, without land, tools, or savings, he had entered into competition with rich, landed, skilled neighbors.
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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gutenberg.orgHe felt his poverty; without a cent, without a home, without land, tools, or savings, he had entered into competition with rich, landed, skilled neighbors.
This passage details the severe economic challenges and lack of resources faced by newly freed Black people in the competitive post-slavery society.
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