W.E.B. Du Bois: “This is really a revival of the old Roman idea of the patron under whose protection the new-made freedman was put.”

Yet even then the hard ruthless rape of the land began to tell.

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.

So the Cotton Kingdom still lives; the world still bows beneath her sceptre.

To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.