What rent do you pay here?" I inquired. "I don't know,-what is it, Sam?" "All we make," answered Sam. It is a depressing place,-bare, unshaded, with no charm of past association, only a memory of forced human toil,-now, then, and before the war. They are not happy, these black men whom we meet throughout this region. There is little of the joyous abandon and playfulness which we are wont to associate with the plantation Negro.
( W.E.B. Du Bois )
[ The Souls of Black Folk ]
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