By: W.E.B. Du Bois

“Once upon a time there lived an Over-man…”

By: Countee Cullen

“She will be young / When your last cracked and quivering note is sung.”

By: Robert Gilbert Wells

“The palaces of three decades or thirty years in the future…”

By: Claude McKay

“Darkly I gaze into the days ahead…”

By: W.E.B. Du Bois

“It is the Curve of Steel…”

By: Robert Gilbert Wells

“I reckon you think that you are white don’t you?”

By: W.E.B. Du Bois

“Well, uncle, where is professor?”

By: Langston Hughes

“Tomorrow, / I’ll be at the table…”

By: Robert Gilbert Wells

“I became acquainted with a mineral or fluid…”

By: George Schuyler

He was white now.

By: Fenton Johnson

“I am tired of building up somebody else’s civilization.”

By: George Schuyler

A huge arrow outlined in green with the words BLACK-NO-MORE…

By: George Schuyler

The voice was Max Disher’s, but this man was white.

By: George Schuyler

“Could one never escape the plagued race problem?”

By: George Schuyler

“White at last!”