The agents that the Bureau could command varied all the way from unselfish philanthropists to narrow-minded busybodies and thieves; and even though it be true that the average was far better than the worst, it was the occasional fly that helped spoil the ointment.
Du Bois reflects on the mixed effectiveness of the Bureau's agents in aiding freed Black people.
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