W.E.B. Du Bois: “I lifted my chin and strode off to the mountains, where I viewed the world at my feet and strained my eyes across the…”

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.

The form and disposition of the laborers’ cabins throughout the Black Belt is to-day the same as in slavery days.

Whatever of good may have come in these years of change, the shadow of a deep disappointment rests upon the Negro people,—a disappointment all the more bitter because the unattained ideal was unbounded save by the simple ignorance of a…

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