The shadow of a mighty Negro past flits through the tale of Ethiopia the shadowy and of the Egypt the Sphinx. Throughout history, the powers of single blacks flash here and there like falling stars, and die sometimes before the world has rightly gauged their brightness. – W.E.B. DuBois
We black men seem the sole oasis of simple faith and reverence in a dusty desert of dollars and smartness. – W.E.B. DuBois
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