Not so; not war-- Dominion, Lord, and over black, not white; Black, brown, and fawn, And not Thy Chosen Brood, O God, We murdered.
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…”
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Du Bois critiques the notion of dominion and the racial injustices that underpin it, challenging divine favoritism.
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