Ignorance Is A Cure For Nothing.

Why Did God Make Me An Outcast And A Stranger In Mine Own House? The Shades Of The Prison-house Closed Round About Us All: Walls Strait And Stubborn To The Whitest, But Relentlessly Narrow, Tall, And Unscalable To Sons Of Night Who Must Plod Darkly On In Resignation, Or Beat Unavailing Palms Against The Stone, Or Steadily, Half Hopelessly, Watch The Streak Of Blue Above.

It Is The Wind And The Rain, O God, The Cold And The Storm That Make This Earth Of Yours To Blossom And Bear Its Fruit. So In Our Lives It Is Storm And Stress And Hurt And Suffering That Make Real Men And Women Bring The World's Work To Its Highest Perfection.

Now Is The Accepted Time, Not Tomorrow, Not Some More Convenient Season. It Is Today That Our Best Work Can Be Done.

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

The History Of The American Negro Is The History Of This Strife, - This Longing To Attain Self-conscious Manhood, To Merge His Double Self Into A Better And Truer Self. In This Merging He Wishes Neither Of The Older Selves To Be Lost... He Simply Wishes To Make It Possible For A Man To Be Both A Negro And An American.