Then, slowly, I realized that some folks, a few, even several, actually considered my brown skin a misfortune; once or twice I became painfully aware that some human beings even thought it a crime.
Here, Du Bois conveys the painful realization that some people viewed his skin color negatively, reflecting societal prejudices.
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