"Surely there shall yet dawn some mighty morning to lift the veil and set the prisoned free. Not for me -- I shall die in my bonds -- but for fresh young souls who have not known the night and waken to the morning; a morning when men ask of the workman, not 'Is he white?' but 'Can he work?' When men ask artists not 'Are they black?' but 'Do they know?' Some morning this may be, long, long years to come." - W.E.B. Dubois
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