W.E.B. Du Bois: “Not so; not war-- Dominion, Lord, and over black, not white; Black, brown, and fawn, And not Thy Chosen Brood, O God, We…”

But they should not keep these prizes, I said; some, all, I would wrest from them.

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

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.

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