Thus the temptation of Hate grew and shadowed the growing child,—gliding stealthily into his laughter, fading into his play, and seizing his dreams by day and night with rough, rude turbulence.
This passage from The Souls of Black Folk vividly describes how the temptation of hate subtly and forcefully permeates the life and dreams of a growing Black child.
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