A Caricature

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From The Souls of Black Folk, by W. E. B. Du Bois

HEREIN

 “Herein lies the tragedy of the age: not that men are poor, — all men know something of poverty; not that men are wicked, — who is good? not that men are ignorant, — what is Truth? Nay, but that men know so little of men.”

from Chapter XII

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From The Souls of Black Folk, by W. E. B. Du Bois

I SIT

“I sit with Shakespeare, and he winces not. Across the color line I move arm and arm with Balzac and Dumas, where smiling men and welcoming women glide in gilded halls. From out of the caves of evening that swing between the strong-limbed Earth and the tracery of stars, I summon Aristotle and Aurelius and what soul I will, and they come all graciously with no scorn nor condescension. So, wed with Truth, I dwell above the veil. Is this the life you grudge us, O knightly America? Is this the life you long to change into the dull red hideousness of Georgia? Are you so afraid lest peering from this high Pisgah, between Philistine and Amalekite, we sight the Promised Land?” 

From Chapter VI, Of the Training of Black Men

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From John Brown, by W. E. B. Du Bois

THE MYSTIC SPELL

"The mystic spell of Africa is and ever was over all America."

The first line from Chapter One