W.E.B. Du Bois: “Sad and bitter tales lie hidden back of those white doors,—tales of poverty, of struggle, of disappointment.”

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.

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

By 1830 slavery seemed hopelessly fastened on the South, and the slaves thoroughly cowed into submission.

Fully ninety-four per cent have struggled for land and failed, and half of them sit in hopeless serfdom.