It Is A Peculiar Sensation, This Double-consciousness,

But Art Is Not Simply Works Of Art; It Is The Spirit That Knows Beauty, That Has Music In Its Soul And The Color Of Sunsets In Its Headkerchiefs; That Can Dance On A Flaming World And Make The World Dance, Too.

Out Of The Temptation Of Hate, And Burned By The Fire Of Despair, Triumphant Over Doubt, And Steeled By Sacrifice Against Humiliation, . . . He Bent To All The Gibes And Prejudices, To All Hatred And Discrimination With That Rare Courtesy Which Is The Armor Of Pure Souls. . . . He Simply Worked, Inspiring The Young, Rebuking The Old, Helping The Weak, Guiding The Strong.

We Cannot Hope, Then, In This Generation, Or For Several Generations, That The Mass Of The Whites Can Be Brought To Assume That Close Sympathetic And Self-sacrificing Leadership Of The Blacks Which Their Present Situation So Eloquently Demands. Such Leadership, Such Social Teaching And Example, Must Come From The Blacks Themselves.

There May Often Be Excuse For Doing Things Poorly In This World, But There Is Never Any Excuse For Calling A Poorly Done Thing, Well Done.

The Power Of The Ballot We Need In Sheer Defense, Else What Shall Save Us From A Second Slavery?