We Must Complain. Yes, Plain,

I Am One Who Tells The Truth And Exposes Evil And Seeks With Beauty For Beauty To Set The World Right.

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.

I Most Sincerely Doubt If Any Other Race Of Women Could Have Brought Its Fineness Up Through So Devilish A Fire.

The Kind Of Sermon Which Is Preached In Most Colored Churches Is Not Today Attractive To Even Fairly Intelligent Men.

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.