Over the inner thoughts of the slaves and their relations one with another the shadow of fear ever hung, so that we get but glimpses here and there, and also with them, eloquent omissions and silences.
Du Bois reflects on the pervasive fear that shaped the inner lives of enslaved people, making their true thoughts and relationships difficult to fully discern.
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