W.E.B. Du Bois: “But not all the past South, though it rose from the dead, can gainsay the heart-touching witness of these songs.”

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.

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

Actively we have woven ourselves with the very warp and woof of this nation,—we fought their battles, shared their sorrow, mingled our blood with theirs, and generation after generation have pleaded with a headstrong, careless people to…

Would America have been America without her Negro people?