W.E.B. Du Bois: “On the other hand, Ugliness to me is eternal, not in the essence but in its incompleteness; but its eternity does not…”

The first decade was merely a prolongation of the vain search for freedom, the boon that seemed ever barely to elude their grasp,—like a tantalizing will-o’-the-wisp, maddening and misleading the headless host.

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

And yet, being a problem is a strange experience,—peculiar even for one who has never been anything else, save perhaps in babyhood and in Europe.

Many of the worst characteristics of the Negro masses of to-day had their seed in this period of the slave’s ethical growth.