To me Jubilee Hall seemed ever made of the songs themselves, and its bricks were red with the blood and dust of toil.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “To me Jubilee Hall seemed ever made of the songs themselves, and its bricks were red with the blood and dust of toil.”
Editor's note · Context
Du Bois elaborates on his perception of Jubilee Hall as a physical embodiment of the spirituals, built through the immense labor and suffering of Black people.
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