atres, in streets and city sections , in books and newspapers , in asy­

lums and jails, in hospitals and graveyards. (page 72)

We seldom study the conditi on of the Negro to-day honestly and

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carefully. It is so much easier to assume that we know it all. Or

perhaps, having already reached conclusions in our own minds,
we are loth to have them disturbed by facts. (page 99)

America is not another word for Opportunity to all her sons.

(page 104) THE SOULS OF

It is, then , the strife of all honorable men of the twentieth century
to see that in the future competition of races the survival of the
BLACK FOLK

fittest shall mean the triumph of the good, the beautiful, and the
true ; that we may be able to pres erve for future civilization all that
is really fine and noble and strong , and not continue to put a pr e­
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mium on greed and impudence and cruelty. (page 117)

Some day the Awakening will come, when the pent-up vigor of ten With an Introduction and Not es by

million souls shall sweep irre sistibly toward the Goal, out of the Farah Ja smin e Griffin

Valleyof the Shadow of Death, where all that makes life worth liv­
ing-Liberty, Justi ce, and Right-iS marked "For White People
Only." (page 146)

Herein lies the tra gedy 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 th at
men know so little of men. (page 161)

Little of beauty has America given the world save the rude
grandeur God himself stamped on her bosom; the human spirit in
this new world has expressed itself in vigor and ingenuity rath er
than in beauty. And so by fateful chance the Negro folk-song-the
GEORGE STADE

rhythmic cry of the slave-stands to-day not Simply as the sole

American music, but as the most beautiful expression of hum an CONSULTING EDITORIAL DIRECTOR

experience bom this side the seas. (page 178)

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BARNES & NOBLE CiASSICS

NEW¥ORK

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X. Of the Faith of the Fathers

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Of Our Spiritual Strivings 1
XI. Of the Passing of the First-Born
147 o water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand,
All night long crying with a mournful cry,
XII. Of Alexander Crummell As I lie and listen, and cannot understand
153 The voice of my heart in my side or the voice ofthe sea,
o water, crying for rest, is it I, is it I?
XIII . Of the Coming of John All night long the water is crying to me.
162 Unresting water, there shall never be rest
Till the last moon droop and the last tide fail,
XlV. The Sorrow Songs And the fire of the end begin to burn in the west;
177 And the heart shall be weary and wonder and cry like
the sea,
The Afterthought All life long crying without avail,
189 As the water all night long is crying to me.
Arthur Symons."

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BETWEEN ME AND THE other world there is ever an unasked ques­

tion: unasked by some through feelings of delicacy; by others
through the difficulty of rightly framing it. All, nevertheless, flut­
ter round it. They approach me in a half-hesitant sort of way, eye
me curiously or compassionately, and then, instead of saying di­
rectly, How does it feel to be a problem? they say, I mow an ex­
cellent colored man in my town; or, I fought at Mechanicsville.' or,
,I Do not these Southern outrages make your blood boil? At these I
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"From "The Crying of Water " (1903), by Arthur Symons.

tFrom "Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen ."

[Site ,of a Civil War battle, fought in June 1862, outside Richmond, Virginia.

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smile, or am interested, or reduce the boiling to a simmer, as the or beat unavailing palms against the stone , or steadily, half hop e­
occasion may require. To the real question, How does it feel to be lessly, watch the streak of blue above.
a problem? I answer seldom a word . After the Egyptian and Indian, the Greek and Roman , the Teu­
And yet, being a problem is a str ange experience.s-cpeculiar ton and Mongolian, the Negro is a sort of seventh son, born with a
even for one who has never been anything else, save perhaps in veil, and gifted with second-Sight3 in this American world,-a world
babyhood and in Europe. It is in the early days of rollicking boy­ which yields him no true self-conSCiousness, but only lets him see
hood that the revelation first bursts upon one, all in a day, as it himself through the revelation of the other world. It is a peculiar
were. I remember well when the shadow swept across me. I was sensation , this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at
a little thing, away up in the hills of New England, where the dark one's self through the eyes of others, of measuring one's soul by the
Hous atonic" winds between Hoosac and Taghkanic to the sea. In tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever
a wee wooden schoolhouse, something put it into the boys' and feels his two-ness,-an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts,
girls' heads to buy gorgeous visiting-cards-ten cents a package­ two unr econciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body,
and exchange. The exchange was merry, till one girl, a tall new­ whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being tom asunder.
comer, refused my card ,-refused it peremptorily, with a glance. The history of the American Negro is the history of this
Then it dawned upon me with a certain suddenness that I was dif­ strife,-this longing to attain self-conscious manhood, to merge
ferent from the others; or like, mayhap, in heart and life and long­ his double self into a better and tru er self. In this merging he
ing, but shut out from their world by a vast veil. I had thereafter wishes neither of the older selves to be lost. H e would not African.
no desire to tear down that veil, to creep throu gh; I held all be­ ize America, for America has too much to teach the world and
yond it in common contempt, and lived above it in a region of blue Africa, He would not bleach his Negro soul in a flood of white
sky and great wandering shadows. That sky was bluest when I Americanism, for he knows that Negro blood has a message for
could beat my mates at examination time, or beat them at a foot­ the world. He Simply wishes to make it possible for a man to be
race, or even be at their stringy hea ds. Alas, with the years all this both a Negro and an American , without being cur sed and spit
fine contempt began to fade; for the worlds I longed for, and all up on by his fellows, without having the doors of Opportunity
their dazzling opportunities, wer e theirs, not mine . But they closed roughly in his face.
should not keep these prizes, I said; some, all, I would wrest from This, then, is the end of his striving: to be a co-worker in the
them . Just how I would do it I could never decide: by readin g law, kingdom of culture, to escape both death and isolation, to husband
by healing the sick, by telling the wonderful tales that swam in my and use his best powers and his latent genius. These powers of
head,-some way. With other black boys the strife was not so body and mind have in the past been strangely wasted, dispersed ,
fiercely sunn y: their youth shrunk into tasteless sycophancy, or or forgotten. The shadow of a mighty Ne gro past flits throu gh the
into silent hatred of the pale world about them and mocking dis­ tale of Ethiopia the Shadowy and of Egypt the Sphinx. Throughout
trust of everything white ; or wasted itself in a bitter cry, Why did history, the powers of single black men flash here 'and there like
God make me an outcast and a stranger in mine own house?' The falling stars, and die sometimes before the world has rightly
shade s of the prison-house closed round about us all: walls strait gauged their brightness. Here in America, in the few days since
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!: and stubborn to the whitest, but relentlessly narr ow, tall, and un­ Emancipation , the black man's turning hith er and thither in hesi­
;1 scalable to sons of night who must plod darkly on in resignation, tant and doubtful striving has often made his very strength to lose
I" .
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Ii "River in Great Barrington, Massachusetts , Du Bois's birth place.

'Reference to the Bible, Exodus 2:22. Moses states, "I have been a stranger in a

yet it is not weakness,-it is the contradiction of double aims. The

doubl e-aimed struggle of the black artisan--on the one hand to es­
strange land" (KJV).
cape white contempt for a nation of mere hewers of wood and
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drawers of water, and on the other hand to plough and nail and dig
for a poverty-stricken horde-could only result in making him a
Years have passed away since then,-ten, twenty, forty; forty
poor craftsman, for he had but half a heart in either cause . By the
years of national life, forty years of renewal and development, and
poverty and ignorance of his people, the Negro minister or doctor
yet the swarthy spectre sits in its accustomed seat at the Nation's
was tempted toward quackery and demagogy; and by the criticism feast. In vain do we cry to this Our vastest social problem:­
of the other world, toward ideals that made him ashamed of his
lowly tasks. The would-be black savant was confronted by the par­ "Take any shape but that, and my firm neroes
adox that the knowledge his people needed was a twice-told tale to Shall never tremble!':"
his white neighbors, while the knowledge which would teach the
white world was Greek to his own flesh and blood. The innate love The Nation has not yet found peace from its sins; the freedman
of harmon y and beauty that set the ruder souls of his people a­ has not yet found in freedom his promised land . Whatever of good
dancing and a-singing raised but confusion and doubt in the soul of may have come in these years of change, the shadow of a deep dis­
the black artist; for the beauty revealed to him was the soul-beauty appointment rests upon the Negro people,-a disappointment all
of a race which his larger audience despised, and he could not ar­ the more bitter because the unattained ideal was unbounded save
ticulate the message of another people. This waste of double aims, by the Simple ignorance of-a lowly people.
this seeking to satisfy two unreconciled ideals, has wrought sad The first decade was merely a prolongation of the vain search
havoc with the courage and faith and deeds of ten thousand thou­ for freedom, the boon that seemed ever barely to elude their
sand people,-has sent them often wooing false gods and invoking grasp,-like a tantalizing will-o'-the -wisp, maddening and mis­
false means of salvation, and at times has even seemed about to leading the headIess host. The holocaust of war, the terrors of the
make them ashamed of themselves. . Ku-KIux Klan, t the lies of carpet-baggers, t the disorganization of
Awayback in the days of bondage they thought to see in one di­ industry, and the contradictory advice of friends and foes, left the
vine event the end of all doubt and disappointment, few men ever bewildered serf with no new watchword beyond the old cry for
worshipped Freedom with half such unquestioning faith as did freedom. As the time flew, however, he began to grasp a new idea.
the American Negro for two centuries, To him, so far as he The ideal of liberty demanded for its attainmentpowerful means,
thought and dreamed, slavery was indeed the sum of all viIIainies, and these the Fifteenth Amendment gave him. The ballot, which
the cause of all sorrow, the root of all prejudice; Emancipation was before he had looked upon as a visible sign of freedom , he now re­
the key to a promised land of sweeter beauty than ever stretched garded as the chief means of gaining and perfecting the liberty
before the eyes of wearied Israelites. In song and exhortation with which war had partially endowed him. And why not? Had not
sweIIed one refrain-Liberty; in his tears and curses the God he votes made war and emancipated millions? Had not votes enfran­
implored had Freedom in his right hand. At last it came ,-sud­ chised the freedmen? Was anything impossible to a power that
denIy, fearfully, like a dream. With one wild carnival of blood and had done all this? A million black men started with renewed zeal
passion came the message in his own plaintive cadences:­ to vote themselves into the kingdom. So the decade flew away, the
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revolution of 1876 came, and left the half-free serf weary, won­
I "Shout, 0 children! dering, but still inspired. Slowly but steadily, in the follOwing
I:Ii Shout, you're [reel
I! For God has bought your libertql'" 'From act 3, scene 4 of Macbeth , by William Shakespeare.
White-supremacist terrorist organization founded in 1866.
IDerogatory term for opportunistic northerners who came to the South following
·1 'From "Shout 0 Children ." the Civil War; refers to the type of luggage they Carried.
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but of life, of business , of the humanities; the accumulated sloth
years, a new vision began gradually to replace the dream of polit­
and shirking and awkwardn ess of decades and centuries shackled
ical power,-a powerful movement, the rise of anoth er ideal to
his hands and feet. Nor was his burden all poverty and ignorance.
guide the unguid ed, anothe r pillar of fire by night after a cloud ed
The red stain of bastardy, which two centuri es of systematic legal
day. It was the ideal of "book-learni ng"; the curiosity, born of com­
defilem ent of Negro women had stamped upon his race, meant
pulsory ignoranc e, to mow and test the power of the cabalistic let­
not only the loss of ancient African chastity, but also the heredi­
ters of the white man, the longing to mow. Here at last seemed to
tary weight of a mass of corru ption from white adulterers, threat­
have been discovered the mountain path to Canaan;" longer than
ening almost the obliteration of the Negro home.
the highway of E mancipation and law, steep and rugged, but
A people thus handi capp ed ought not to be asked to race with
straight, leadin g to heights high enough to overlook life.
the world, but rather allowed to give all its time and thought to its
Up the new path the advance guard toiled, slowly, heavily,
own social problems. But alasl while sociologists gleefully count
doggedly; only those who have watched and guided the falterin g
his bastards and his pro stitutes, the very soul of the toiling, sweat­
feet , the misty minds , the dull und erstandings, of the dark pupils
ing black man is darkened by the shadow of a vast despair. Men
of these schools m ow how faithfully, how piteously, this people
call the shadow prejudice, and learnedly explain it as the natural
strove to learn. It was weary work. The cold statistician wrote
defence of culture against barb arism, learni ng against ignorance,
down the inches of pro gress here and there, noted also where
purity against crime, the "highe r" against the "lower" races. To
her e and there a foot had slipped or some one had fallen . To the
which the Negro cries Amen! and swears that to so much of this
tired climbe rs, the horizon was ever dark, the mists were ofte n
strange pr ejudice as is founded on just homage to civilization, cul­
cold, the Canaan was always dim and far away. If, however, the vis­
tu re, righteousnes s, and progress, he humbly bows and me ekly
tas disclosed as yet no goal, no restin g-place, little but flattery and
does obeisance. But before that nameless prejudi ce that leaps be­
criticism, the journey at least gave leisure for reflection and self­
yond all this he stands helpl ess, dismayed, and well-nigh speech­
examination; it chang ed the child of Em ancipation to the youth
less; before that personal disrespect and mockery, the ridicule and
with dawning self-consciousness, self-realization, self-respect. In
systematic humiliation, the distortion of fact and wanton license of
those sombre forests of his striving his own soul rose before him, fancy, the cynical ignoring of the better and the boisterous wel­
and he saw himself,-darkly as throu gh a veil;! and yet he saw in coming of the worse, the all-pe rvading desire to inculcate disdain
himself some faint revelation of his power, of his mission. He for everything black, from Toussaint " to the devil,-before this
began to have a dim feeling that, to attain his place in th e world, there rises a sickening despair that would disarm and discourag e
he must be himself, and not another. For the first time he sought any nation save that black host to whom "discour agement" is an
to analyze the burden he bore upon his back, that dead-weight of unwritt en word.
social degradation partially masked behind a half-named Negro But the facing of so vast a prejudice could not but bring the
problem. He felt his poverty; without a cent, without a home, inevitable self-questioning, self-disparageme nt, and lowerin g of
without land, tools, or saVings, he had entered into compe tition ideals which ever accomp any repression and breed in an atm o­
with rich, landed, skilled neighbors. To be a poor man is hard, but sphere of conte mpt and hate . Whisperings and portents came
, to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hard­ borne upon the four winds: Lo! we are diseased and dying, cried
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ships. He felt the weight of his ignoran ce,-not simply of lett ers, the dark hosts; we cannot write, our voting is vain; what need of
I iI
'I , education, since we must always cook and serve? And the Nation
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·The Promised Land .
tS the Bible, 1 Corinthi ans 13:12: "For now we see through a glass, darkly; but
ee "The full names, birth and death dates (when available), and brief biographical
then face to face: now I know in part; but the n shall 1 know even as also I am
notes for historical figures are pr ovided in the Glossary of Names.
known" (KJV),
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) 15 . ')
echoed and enforced this self-criticism, saying: Be content to be tics both so sadly lack. We the darker ones come even now not al­
servants , and nothin g more; what need of higher culture for half­ togeth er empty-handed: there are to-day no truer exponents of
men? Away with the black man's ballot, by force or fraud ,-and
the pure human spirit of the Declaration of Independence than
behold the suicide of a race! Nevertheless, out of the evil came th e American Negroes; there is no true American music but the
something of good,-the more careful adjustment of education to wild sweet melodies of the Negro slave; the American fairy tales
real life, the clearer pe rceptio n of the Negroes' social respon sibil­ and folk-lore are Indian and African; and, all in all, we black men
ities, and the sobering realization of the meaning of progress. seem the sole oasis of simple faith and reverence.in a dusty desert
So dawned th e time of Sturm und Drang:o storm and stress to­ of dollars and smartness. Will America be poorer if she rep lace
day rocks our little boat on the mad waters of the world-sea; there her brutal dyspeptic blun dering with light-hearted bu t deter­
is within and without the sound of conflict, the bu rning of body mined Negro humility? or her coarse and cruel wit with loving
and rending of soul; inspiration strives with doubt, and faith with jovial good-humor? or her vulgar music with the soul of the Sor­
vain questionings. The bright ideals of the past,-physical free ­ row Songs?
dom , political power, the training of brains and the training of Me rely a concrete test of the und erlying principles of the great
hand s,-all these in tum have waxed and waned, until even the .republic is the Negro Problem, and the spiritual striving of the
last grows dim and overcast. Are they all wrong,-all false? No, freedmen's Sons is the travail of souls whose burden is almost be­
not that, but each alone was over-simple and incomp lete,-the yond the measu re of their stre ngth , but who bear it in the name
dreams of a credulous race-childhood, or the fond imaginings of of an historic race, in the name of this the land of their fathers ' fa­
the other world which does not know and does not want to know the rs, and in th e name of hum an Opportunity.
our power. To be really true, all these ideals must be melted and
welded into one. The training of the schools we need to-day more And now what I have briefly sketch ed in large outline let me on
than ever,-the training of deft hands, quick eyes and ears, and coming pages tell again in many ways, with loving emphasis and
above all the broad er, deeper, higher cultu re of gifted minds and deeper detail, that men may listen to the striving in the souls of
pure hearts. The power of the ballot we need in sheer self­ black folk.
defenc e,-else what shall save us from a second slavery? Free ­
dom , too, the long-sought, we still seek,-the freedom of life and
limb, the freedom to work and think, th e freedom to love and as­
pire . Work, culture, liberty,-all these we need, not singly but to­
geth er, not successively but together, each growing and aiding
each , and all striving toward th at vaster ideal that swims before the
!. Negro people, the ideal of hu man brotherhood, gained through
,
, th e unifying ideal of Race; th e ideal of fostering and developing
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the traits and talents of the Negro , not in opposition to or con­
tempt for other races, but rather in large conformity to the greater
ideals of the American Republi c, in order that some day on Amer­
ican soil two world-races may give each to each those characteris­

"Storm and stress (Germ an); the name given to a Gennan literary movement
whose authors Du Bois greatly admired.