Who one was, where one came from, what one was expected to be, the height of courage and character that were to be achieved, were woven into the fabric that linked oneself to all. . .
Who one was, where one came from, what one was expected to be, the height of courage and character that were to be achieved, were woven into the fabric that linked oneself to all. . .
. . . touching at last, the one who through superhuman power and character had pulled together the people in the birth of the tribe itself.
Those who would be called tyrants cannot be called free men.
Death mattered not -- It was a mere puncutation.
The vogue of the New Negro . . . had all of the character of a public relations promotion. The Negro had to be sold to the public in terms they could understand.
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