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William Edward Burghardt Du Bois. Darkwater: Voices from Within the Veil
Darkwater: Voices from Within the Veil
Table of Contents
I. THE SHADOW OF YEARS
A Litany at Atlanta
II. THE SOULS OF WHITE FOLK
The Riddle of the Sphinx
III. THE HANDS OF ETHIOPIA
The Princess of the Hither Isles
IV. OF WORK AND WEALTH
The Second Coming
V "THE SERVANT IN THE HOUSE"
Jesus Christ in Texas
VI. OF THE RULING OF MEN
The Call
VII. THE DAMNATION OF WOMEN
Children of the Moon
VIII. THE IMMORTAL CHILD
IX. OF BEAUTY AND DEATH
The Prayers of God
X. THE COMET
A Hymn to the Peoples
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William Edward Burghardt Du Bois
Published by Good Press, 2020
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I builded great castles in Spain and lived therein. I dreamed and loved and wandered and sang; then, after two long years, I dropped suddenly back into "nigger"-hating America!
My Days of Disillusion were not disappointing enough to discourage me. I was still upheld by that fund of infinite faith, although dimly about me I saw the shadow of disaster. I began to realize how much of what I had called Will and Ability was sheer Luck! Suppose my good mother had preferred a steady income from my child labor rather than bank on the precarious dividend of my higher training? Suppose that pompous old village judge, whose dignity we often ruffled and whose apples we stole, had had his way and sent me while a child to a "reform" school to learn a "trade"? Suppose Principal Hosmer had been born with no faith in "darkies," and instead of giving me Greek and Latin had taught me carpentry and the making of tin pans? Suppose I had missed a Harvard scholarship? Suppose the Slater Board had then, as now, distinct ideas as to where the education of Negroes should stop? Suppose and suppose! As I sat down calmly on flat earth and looked at my life a certain great fear seized me. Was I the masterful captain or the pawn of laughing sprites? Who was I to fight a world of color prejudice? I raise my hat to myself when I remember that, even with these thoughts, I did not hesitate or waver; but just went doggedly to work, and therein lay whatever salvation I have achieved.
