Perhaps this is he,—the sweating ploughman, tilling his eighty acres with two lean mules, and fighting a hard battle with debt.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “Perhaps this is he,—the sweating ploughman, tilling his eighty acres with two lean mules, and fighting a hard battle…”
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Du Bois highlights the struggles of a black farmer working hard to maintain his land amidst economic challenges.
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Our song, our toil, our cheer, and warning have been given to this nation in blood-brotherhood.
Around us the history of the land has centred for thrice a hundred years; out of the nation’s heart we have called all that was best to throttle and subdue all that was worst; fire and blood, prayer and sacrifice, have billowed over this…
But whichever it is, the meaning is always clear: that sometime, somewhere, men will judge men by their souls and not by their skins.
So long as the world stands meekly dumb before such questions, shall this nation proclaim its ignorance and unhallowed prejudices by denying freedom of opportunity to those who brought the Sorrow Songs to the Seats of the Mighty?