W.E.B. Du Bois: “Then was the hour to talk of life and the meaning of life, while above gleamed silently, suddenly, star on star.”

A million black men started with renewed zeal to vote themselves into the kingdom.

This, then, is the end of his striving: to be a co-worker in the kingdom of culture, to escape both death and isolation, to husband and use his best powers and his latent genius.

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

This waste of double aims, this seeking to satisfy two unreconciled ideals, has wrought sad havoc with the courage and faith and deeds of ten thousand thousand people,—has sent them often wooing false gods and invoking false means of…