A Negro Schoolmaster in the New South

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by W. E. Burghardt Du Bois


  My journey was done, and behind me lay hill and dale, and Life and Death. How shall man measure Progress there where the dark- faced Josie lies? How many heartfuls of sorrow shall balance a bushel of wheat? How hard a thing is life to the lowly, and yet how human and real! And all this life and love and strife and failure, -- is it the twilight of nightfall or the flush of some faint-dawning day?

  Thus sadly musing, I rode to Nashville in the Jim Crow car.

 

 

 


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