Day after day the songs of the callous, the wail of the motherless, and the muttered curses of the wretched echoed from the Flint to the Chickasawhatchee, until by 1860 there had risen in West Dougherty perhaps the richest slave kingdom the modern world ever knew.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “Day after day the songs of the callous, the wail of the motherless, and the muttered curses of the wretched echoed from…”
Editor's note · Context
This passage vividly portrays the human suffering and economic prosperity built upon slavery in the American South, culminating in the rise of a "slave kingdom."
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