On the recordJanuary 1, 1903
In the poise of his little curl-crowned head did there not sit all that wild pride of being which his father had hardly crushed in his own heart?
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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Du Bois reflects on the inherent pride he observed in his infant son, connecting it to his own struggles with identity.
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