W.E.B. Du Bois: “Madness shall be on the people, ghastly jealousies arise; Brother’s blood shall cry on brother up the dead and empty…”

Then it dawned upon me with a certain suddenness that I was different from the others; or like, mayhap, in heart and life and longing, but shut out from their world by a vast veil.

And yet, being a problem is a strange experience,—peculiar even for one who has never been anything else, save perhaps in babyhood and in Europe.

He would not bleach his Negro soul in a flood of white Americanism, for he knows that Negro blood has a message for the world.

But they should not keep these prizes, I said; some, all, I would wrest from them.