W.E.B. Du Bois: “I saw the race-hatred of the whites as I had never dreamed of it before,--naked and unashamed!”

Our song, our toil, our cheer, and warning have been given to this nation in blood-brotherhood.

Hear my cry, O God the Reader; vouchsafe that this my book fall not still-born into the world wilderness.

So wofully unorganized is sociological knowledge that the meaning of progress, the meaning of “swift” and “slow” in human doing, and the limits of human perfectability, are veiled, unanswered sphinxes on the shores of science.

Such an assumption is the arrogance of peoples irreverent toward Time and ignorant of the deeds of men.