W.E.B. Du Bois: “I was not for a moment daunted,--although, of course, there were some days of secret tears--rather I was spurred to…”

In song and exhortation swelled one refrain—Liberty; in his tears and curses the God he implored had Freedom in his right hand.

He simply wishes to make it possible for a man to be both a Negro and an American, without being cursed and spit upon by his fellows, without having the doors of Opportunity closed roughly in his face.

Yet even then the hard ruthless rape of the land began to tell.

Between me and the other world there is ever an unasked question: unasked by some through feelings of delicacy; by others through the difficulty of rightly framing it.