By: Lillian B. Jones

“I saw a people, a black people, tilling the soil with a song of real joy upon their lips.”

By: Lillian B. Jones

“It seemed a week of horrors to our people throughout the land.”

By: Claude McKay

“Life still lingers, questioningly strange, / Timid and quivering, naked and alone…”

By: Lillian B. Jones

“I feel that my life has been utterly worthless.”

By: W.E.B. Du Bois

“Even the megascope is slave to Time.”

By: Robert Gilbert Wells

I brought him back to life again.

By: Claude McKay

“Mine is the future grinding down to-day…”

By: W.E.B. Du Bois

Almost he died with the pain of that fierce grasp.

By: Angela Morgan

“Hid within a lump of clay, / A light more terrible than day…”

By: Robert Gilbert Wells

“God never intended the whip and gospel should go hand in hand.”

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…”