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One Reads The Truer Deeper Facts Of Reconstruction With A Great Despair. It Is At Once So Simple And Human, And Yet So Futile. There Is No Villain, No Idiot, No Saint. There Are Just Men; Men Who Crave Ease And Power, Men Who Know Want And Hunger, Men Who Have Crawled. They All Dream And Strive With Ecstasy Of Fear And Strain Of Effort, Balked Of Hope And Hate. Yet The Rich World Is Wide Enough For All, Wants All, Needs All. So Slight A Gesture, A Word, Might Set The Strife In Order, Not With Full Content, But With Growing Dawn Of Fulfillment. Instead Roars The Crash Of Hell.

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One Reads The Truer Deeper Facts Of Reconstruction With A Great Despair. It Is At Once So Simple And Human, And Yet So Futile. There Is No Villain, No Idiot, No Saint. There Are Just Men; Men Who Crave Ease And Power, Men Who Know Want And Hunger, Men Who Have Crawled. They All Dream And Strive With Ecstasy Of Fear And Strain Of Effort, Balked Of Hope And Hate. Yet The Rich World Is Wide Enough For All, Wants All, Needs All. So Slight A Gesture, A Word, Might Set The Strife In Order, Not With Full Content, But With Growing Dawn Of Fulfillment. Instead Roars The Crash Of Hell.

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If There Is Anybody In This Land Who Thoroughly Believes That The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth They Have Not Often Let Their Presence Be Known.

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Lord Of The Springtime, Father Of Flower, Field And Fruit, Smile On Us In These Earnest Days When The Work Is Heavy And The Toil Wearisome; Lift Up Our Hearts, O God, To The Things Worthwhile-sunshine And Night, The Dripping Rain, The Song Of The Birds, Books And Music, And The Voices Of Our Friends. Lift Up Our Hearts To These This Night And Grant Us Thy Peace. Amen.

It Is As Though Nature Must Needs Make Men Narrow In Order To Give Them Force.

...in Any Land, In Any Country Under Modern Free Competition, To Lay Any Class Of Weak And Despised People, Be They White, Black, Or Blue, At The Political Mercy Of Their Stronger, Richer, And More Resourceful Fellows, Is A Temptation Which Human Nature Seldom Has Withstood And Seldom Will Withstand.

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Violence, Naked Force, Has Settled More Issues In History Than Has Any Other Factor, And The Contrary Opinion Is Wishful Thinking At Its Worst. Breeds That Forget This Basic Truth Have Always Paid For It With Their Lives And Freedoms.

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For Education Among All Kinds Of Men Always Has Had, And Always Will Have, An Element Of Danger And Revolution, Of Dissatisfaction And Discontent.

It Is A Peculiar Sensation, This Double-consciousness, This Sense Of Always Looking At One's Self Through The Eyes Of Others, Of Measuring One's Soul By The Tape Of A World That Looks On In Amused Contempt And Pity.

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One Is Astonished In The Study Of History At The Recurrence Of The Idea That Evil Must Be Forgotten, Distorted, Skimmed Over. We Must Not Remember That Daniel Webster Got Drunk But Only That He Was A Splendid Constitutional Lawyer. We Must Forget That George Washington Was A Slave Owner . . . And Simply Remember The Things We Regard As Creditable And Inspiring. The Difficulty, Of Course, With This Philosophy Is That History Loses Its Value As An Incentive And Example; It Paints Perfect Man And Noble Nations, But It Does Not Tell The Truth.

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How Shall Integrity Face Oppression? What Shall Honesty Do In The Face Of Deception, Decency In The Face Of Insult, Self-defense Before Blows? How Shall Desert And Accomplishment Meet Despising, Detraction, And Lies? What Shall Virtue Do To Meet Brute Force? There Are So Many Answers And So Contradictory; And Such Differences For Those On The One Hand Who Meet Questions Similar To This Once A Year Or Once A Decade, And Those Who Face Them Hourly And Daily.

Either America Will Destroy Ignorance Or Ignorance Will Destroy The United States.

Actively We Have Woven Ourselves With The Very Warp And Woof Of This Nation, - We Have Fought Their Battles, Shared Their Sorrow, Mingled Our Blood With Theirs, And Generation After Generation Have Pleaded With A Headstrong, Careless People To Despise Not Justice, Mercy And Truth, Lest The Nation Be Smitten With A Curse. Our Song, Our Toil, Our Cheer And Warning Have Been Given To This Nation In Blood-brotherhood. Are Not These Gifts Worth The Giving? Is Not This Worth The Striving? Would America Have Been America Without Her Negro People?

The Worker Must Work For The Glory Of His Handiwork, Not Simply For Pay; The Thinker Must Think For Truth, Not For Fame.

I Sit With Shakespeare And He Winces Not.

Today I See More Clearly Than Yesterday That The Back Of The Problem Of Race And Color Lies A Greater Problem Which Both Obscures And Implements It: And That Is The Fact That So Many Civilized Persons Are Willing To Live In Comfort Even If The Price Of This Is Poverty, Ignorance, And Disease Of The Majority Of Their Fellow Men.

The Function Of The University Is Not Simply To Teach Breadwinning, Or To Furnish Teachers For The Public Schools, Or To Be A Centre Of Polite Society; If Is, Above All, To Be The Organ Of That Fine Adjustment Between Real Life And The Growing Knowledge Of Life, An Adjustment From Which Forms The Secret Of Civilization.

The Future Woman Must Have A Life Work And Economic Independence. She Must Have The Right Of Motherhood At Her Own Discretion.

The Theology Of The Average Colored Church Is Basing Itself Far Too Much Upon Hell And Damnation-upon An Attempt To Scare People Into Being Decent And Threatening Them With The Terrors Of Death And Punishment. We Are Still Trained To Believe A Good Deal That Is Simply Childish In Theology. The Outward And Visible Punishment Of Every Wrong Deed That Men Do The Repeated Declaration That Anything Can Be Gotten By Anyone At Any Time By Prayer.

This The American Black Man Knows: His Fight Here Is A Fight To The Finish. Either He Dies Or Wins. If He Wins It Will Be By No Subterfuge Or Evasion Of Amalgamation . He Will Enter Modern Civilization Here In America As A Black Man On Terms Of Perfect And Unlimited Equality With Any White Man, Or He Will Enter Not At All. Either Extermination Root And Branch, Or Absolute Equality. There Can Be No Compromise. This Is The Last Great Battle Of The West.

Perhaps The Most Extraordinary Characteristic Of Current America Is The Attempt To Reduce Life To Buying And Selling. Life Is Not Love Unless Love Is Sex And Bought And Sold. Life Is Not Knowledge Save Knowledge Of Technique, Of Science For Destruction. Life Is Not Beauty Except Beauty For Sale. Life Is Not Art Unless Its Price Is High And It Is Sold For Profit. All Life Is Production For Profit, And For What Is Profit But For Buying And Selling Again?

One Ever Feels His Twoness - An American, A Negro; Two Souls, Two Thoughts, Two Unreconciled Strivings; Two Warring Ideals In One Dark Body, Whose Dogged Strength Alone Keeps It From Being Torn Asunder.

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To Stimulate Wildly Weak And Untrained Minds Is To Play With Mighty Fires.

The Return From Your Work Must Be The Satisfaction Which That Work Brings You And The World's Need Of That Work. With This, Life Is Heaven, Or As Near Heaven As You Can Get. Without This - With Work Which You Despise, Which Bores You, And Which The World Does Not Need - This Life Is Hell.

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We Must Complain. Yes, Plain, Blunt Complaint, Ceaseless Agitation, Unfailing Exposure Of Dishonesty And Wrong - This Is The Ancient, Unerring Way To Liberty And We Must Follow It.

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