W.E.B. Du Bois: “In fine, that if from the world were dropped everything that could not fairly be attributed to White Folk, the world…”

I had thereafter no desire to tear down that veil, to creep through; I held all beyond it in common contempt, and lived above it in a region of blue sky and great wandering shadows.

All this segregation by color is largely independent of that natural clustering by social grades common to all communities.

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 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.