Not for me,-I shall die in my bonds,-but for fresh young souls who have not known the night and waken to the morning; a morning when men ask of the workman, not "Is he white?" but "Can he work?" When men ask artists, not "Are they black?" but "Do they know?
( W.E.B. Du Bois )
[ The Souls of Black Folk ]
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