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Every man has an inalienable right to express his opinion, and any man who would deny another this right is sanctioning a principle upon which he himself may later be forbidden to speak or write his own.
The strength of an honest cause is more powerful than any physical weapons mankind has devised or used.
A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on a purpose to a life beyond life.
That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time.
The language of truth is unadorned and always simple.
... neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet.
To lay aside all prejudices is to lay aside all principles. He who is destitute of principles is governed by whims.
In writing this book, I feel like a man who is standing on a peaceful cliff looking down on a raging torrent, knowing that he must plunge into it to save a drowning child, yet aware of the possibility that both he and the child may be dashed to destruction and death before the rapids are cleared. But my duty is clear to me, and it shall not be said that I cared more for my personal safety than I did for the life of that beautiful, innocent child. I shall take the child over those terrible rapids, and even though I am battered to pieces when we reach the calm waters below, she must still be the same lovely little girl she always was ... for in her resides the whole future white race.
Now I find myself "casting one last longing, lingering look behind" at that "cool, sequestered vale of life" to which I have always been accustomed, and to which all private citizens have a right in time of peace, but not in time of war ... But I must not tarry here ... the child is drowning ... so here I go overboard, and may the Almighty God be with me.
CHAPTER
Out here in the far South Pacific
I have learned something quite terrific
Your lovely skin is what I adore
And is just what I am fighting for.
Never really looked close at your blue eyes
But now they haunt me night and day
And your blonde hair is a prize
I value more than I can say.
These native women are a bore
With a skin that's an awful eyesore
Black and dry and wrinkly too,
Soon I'm coming back to you.
Pretty pink skin, blue eyes, blonde hair
Vary that a little and I won't care,
But I simply couldn't love you, dear,
If the pink skin wasn't there.
In this book I have attempted to put into words what at least 80,000,000 good, decent Americans are thinking; and to clarify that thinking, which of late has become dangerously confused from reading and listening to the opinions of a small body of articulate persons; persons who, whatever their motives, are completely at variance with solid American ideals.
I believe that the home and family are the salvation of mankind ... that the pride a man takes in his home and his wife and children is the one thing that keeps him civilized; makes him shave every day, wear decent clothes, behave himself in public, try to improve himself, and obey the law. This moral and civilized behavior of the married man influences the unmarried man, and forces him to behave likewise, or be considered a barbarian.
We must maintain our national pride in the family if we are to continue as a strong Nation. That some persons among us have been trying to destroy that pride is one thing I have made an effort to show.
Civilization, as we know it, is based on the family, and if the family goes, civilization goes with it. The whole thing is based on pride, and if pride is destroyed, everything is destroyed. The white race would not be in existence today if it had not been proud of its distinctive, white, translucent skin. But we have a natural pride of race, which is the solid rock foundation on which rest all of our other lesser prides. As the whole structure depends on the foundation for its support, we must not permit that foundation to be wrecked.
There are really only two families in the world: i.e., the white family, and the colored family. When we reflect on the matter, we can easily see that such a division of the peoples of the world is the only sensible way to settle the race question. Now, the colored family will have to be made to understand that our family's continued existence depends on our not permitting the members of the two families to mix socially. Since the continued existence of the white family requires that members of the colored family be excluded from it, one cannot blame the white family for enforcing that exclusion. The great colored family of the world has no more right to demand to be admitted into the great white family of the world than a private colored family has to demand to be admitted into the sacred precincts of a private white family. In either case the destruction of the white family would be as certain as that the oncoming night gradually obliterates the light of day.
The Japanese have glaringly demonstrated that the white race will either have to hold the upper hand in this world, or be exterminated. The fight we are having with Germany is really a fight within our own family. Since records have been kept, families have been known to fight among themselves, but when any outside family attacked either, the families warring among themselves stopped their quarrel long enough to join in battling off the strange invader. When two white peoples go to war, neither is obliterated, no matter which wins, and as no white people have ever been held in slavery for any length of time, that fear is of little consequence. The reason for this is that the white men held in slavery would have just as beautiful daughters as the slave masters, and since women can determine the courses of empires, the daughters of the enslaved would soon get them released. If there is any instance in the history of mankind where a colored race held a white people in slavery, I do not know about it. If it has happened, and the white people were not rescued in a short time, they must have simply disappeared. There is one instance I know of, and practically every white American knows of it; it is the story of the Lost Colony of Roanoke. Sir Walter Raleigh sent this colony to settle on the island of Roanoke off the coast of Virginia and North Carolina. There were about one hundred and fifty men, women and children in the party, which was headed by Governor John White. The governor's daughter, Eleanor White, was with them. She was the wife of Ananias Dare, one of Governor White's assistants.
To her was born the first white child of the New World, soon after they landed. They named her Virginia, after the name Governor White had given the country. North Carolina has named the County in which Roanoke is situated Dare, in her honor.
When Virginia was about one week old, Governor White decided to take their one little ship and sail back to England for help and supplies, as a previous expedition which had plenty of supplies had been completely wiped out by the Indians, and the supplies they expected to find destroyed. When Governor White landed in England the Spanish War had broken out and he was unable to get back to Roanoke until three years later. And what did he find?
The island was deserted. There were no signs of human life. Apparently the Indians had murdered all the men, and probably some of the women and children. The only evidence we have today that they did not murder all the white women and female children is the red hair and grey eyes of some of the Croatan Indians in North Carolina.
One thing which I wish to impress on the reader of this book is that I do not have any hatred for, and do not sanction any hatred of, any colored race of people on this earth. But at the same time, I profess to love my own race—the white race—with my whole heart, and desire to see it on the road to being preserved for all time before I depart this life. The white race must become united into one great family if it is to survive. It must not keep on killing off thousands of its own members in unnecessary wars. It delights the tiger in the bush to see two handsome bucks wearing each other down in a fight to the death. He smiles as he licks his chops, knowing that the victor will be so weakened he will be easy prey for the kill. They fight each other—he gets both.
This is no time for silence, for silence now means the death of the white race. This is a time for plain talk. Since our young people are being taught everything they should not learn, it behooves us to teach them a few things which they will realize later was for their own survival. If powerful Negro organizations have the freedom of our press to tell our children that they are no better than Negroes, we ought to have the freedom of that same press to fight back for our own preservation.
Every one of us has had it instilled into us to be modest and not to boast of being prettier or brighter than another, but it looks now as if we were going to have to drop this false modesty and proclaim to the world that we think our own children are the prettiest in the world, and that their white skin is worth saving.
This book properly labels those who are traitors to their own race, and from now on they can come out into the open and declare themselves. They cannot plead ignorance. They know what they are doing, and the world knows what they are doing, which is more important. We want no more of this foolishness of people in a small town in the North who have only one or two Negro families living therein, proclaiming themselves experts on the Negro question. They do not know that those few Negroes behave because they know what is good for them, and that underneath those black smiles there lurks a determination to get on top, and do the looking down themselves.
You hear much talk of love of country, and also much talk of one race of men being as good as another. Your race makes your country what it is, and therefore, if you love your country you must love even more your race which makes it what it is. The United States would not be such a great country to live in if it were populated by any race other than the White. When you speak of country you do not mean the land merely, but of the people who populate that land. The white race could take over any country and remake it into a country like our own.
Let no man say that what I have written in this book will cause the Negroes to desert us in this war. The Negro knows that we treat him better than any other people would treat him, and that we shall continue to protect and even feed him if necessary. However, we are not going to take a fatal step which would lead to the extermination of the white race, and as a consequence, the end of civilization. I have made a rather extensive study of Abraham Lincoln's speeches and writings in order that I might know for myself just how he felt about the social equality of Negroes with white people, and I have been greatly enlightened. As the reader will learn from the quotations from his life, he wanted only freedom for the Negroes, and not social equality, as he clearly saw the disaster which would befall the white race if such be attempted. Any white man will agree that we do not want to either enslave the Negro or persecute him. We only want to preserve the white race.
Some people will say that I am shouting "fire," and President Roosevelt has said that it might be considered a crime to shout "fire" in a crowded theater when there is no fire, but let's consider that there is a fire, would it not be an equal crime to not shout "fire" if you were the only person who saw it, and the house was in fact in flames?
Well, I maintain that there is not only a fire, but a conflagration, which will consume us if we do not come out of this drugged sleep, and set out to fight this fire with fire. My father taught me when I was very young that it is permissible to light one fire against the wind to meet the forest fire coming toward your house which will destroy it and everything else unless it is kept away. Many a time have I thrilled at seeing our back-fire against the wind, as slow as it was, finally meet the raging fire and snuff it out as if it were no raging monster at all. Now I am fighting a different kind of fire, but it is a fact that this fire requires a fire to meet it, and here it is. This book is not written merely for this generation, but in case that this generation does not solve this problem, it is written for the next generation, and the next, and so on, until it is solved.
Bear this in mind, when you look on with placid eye, at a Negro living with a white girl, you are advocating and sanctioning the downfall of the white race, which means the disappearance from this earth of blue eyes, blonde hair, and lovely pink skin. Do you need proof of this? Then look closely at the next mulatto you come into close contact with and check on the named "things of beauty." You will not find any one of them. Even the ears have a death-like yellowness. Just check—I ask you!
There will be those who will say that we ought not to talk about this subject, and if there is any man who detests the whole subject any more than I do I would like to meet him, but the Negroes themselves have caused this by their battle to get into our society. If we saw a fire coming toward our house which will surely destroy it, it would be the height of folly to keep quiet about it. Take another case: A man is sitting quietly in his house reading a magazine, and suddenly four men burst into the house bent upon ravishing his pretty daughters, would we expect him to sit still and declare that as far as he is concerned he is a pacifist, and will offer no fight?
And about the Negroes helping us in this war. If you desire to get a man to help you do something, there is a limit to what you will be willing to pay for that help. As for me I declare for being fair in all things. To let the Negro believe, and encourage him to believe, that we are willing to sacrifice our very existence in order to get him to go along and help us win this war is a crime on our part. He should never have been led to believe such a foolish thing as that. We are supposed to be fighting to preserve our liberty, and one might ask—what liberty—the liberty to destroy ourselves by permitting the Negroes to enter our society and utterly destroy all white people? Heretofore, in our Country the white people have had the liberty to,—as Lincoln said—"just let the Negroes alone" but things have taken a dangerous turn, of late, and our Government has been trying to force white people to accept them into their company whether they could do that safely or not. Is that the kind of liberty we are fighting for? It has come to the point where the Negroes do not want to be left to their own devices, but want to butt into the white man's affairs. Nothing good can come of this, and they ought to take warning and start building up a world of their own.
Even though I have had to point out, for emphasis, certain serious mistakes that President and Mrs. Roosevelt, Harold Ickes, and Vice-President Wallace, have made, I feel that they, being our best people, will take it as with the best of intentions for the future welfare of our family, and forgive me, for I would do no one any harm, and only desire to bring us out of this dreamless sleep of death.
When a man sees a job like this that needs doing, he has to put the welfare of his people above his own best interests, and in this connection Thomas Gray expresses my thoughts beautifully in these three lines:
I had been wanting to write this book for quite a long time, but was at a loss as just how to get started, so I began haunting the libraries, and lo and behold! I found that our grand ancestors had already written it for me, and I realized that their souls were crying to me from the tomb to get busy and set the world right on what they had said and written on the subject. So I want to offer up my thanks to them, and also express my sincere gratitude to Providence for being on beauty's side ... for beauty and brains do go together. Think for a moment of the fact that you have never seen a really beautiful insane person. Also reflect a little on how the Almighty keeps the brains of the white race a step or two ahead of the colored race. There must be celestial design in all this.
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THE LOST WHITE RACE
By IRA CALVIN
COUNTWAY-WHITE PUBLICATIONS
BROOKLINE, MASSACHUSETTS
[1944]
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THE LOST WHITE RACE
By IRA CALVIN
COUNTWAY-WHITE PUBLICATIONS
BROOKLINE, MASSACHUSETTS
[1944]
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Every man has an inalienable right to express his opinion, and any man who would deny another this right is sanctioning a principle upon which he himself may later be forbidden to speak or write his own.
—Not with apologies, but thanks, to Thomas Paine; the man whose writings inspired this book. May the libraries of the world forever keep his literary works in circulation.
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The strength of an honest cause is more powerful than any physical weapons mankind has devised or used.
—David Lawrence.
A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on a purpose to a life beyond life.
—Milton (Areopagitica)
That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time.
—C. C. Colton
The language of truth is unadorned and always simple.
—Ammianus Marcelinus
... neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet.
—Matthew VII: 6
To lay aside all prejudices is to lay aside all principles. He who is destitute of principles is governed by whims.
—F. Jacobi
Dedicated to the white race of the entire world. May that race profit from it, and perpetuate itself 'til Kingdom come.
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FOREWORD
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FOREWORD
In writing this book, I feel like a man who is standing on a peaceful cliff looking down on a raging torrent, knowing that he must plunge into it to save a drowning child, yet aware of the possibility that both he and the child may be dashed to destruction and death before the rapids are cleared. But my duty is clear to me, and it shall not be said that I cared more for my personal safety than I did for the life of that beautiful, innocent child. I shall take the child over those terrible rapids, and even though I am battered to pieces when we reach the calm waters below, she must still be the same lovely little girl she always was ... for in her resides the whole future white race.
Now I find myself "casting one last longing, lingering look behind" at that "cool, sequestered vale of life" to which I have always been accustomed, and to which all private citizens have a right in time of peace, but not in time of war ... But I must not tarry here ... the child is drowning ... so here I go overboard, and may the Almighty God be with me.
—THE AUTHOR.
CONTENTS
Foreword
Preface
Preface
CHAPTER
I Our Great Domestic Problem
II The Delusion that Exclusion is Abuse
III Why So Many Races of People?
IV Civilization Versus Barbarism
V Our Deluded Leaders
VI Newspaper Clippings and Comments
VII Can We Plan Our Civilization?
VIII A Separate State for the Negro
Conclusion
II The Delusion that Exclusion is Abuse
III Why So Many Races of People?
IV Civilization Versus Barbarism
V Our Deluded Leaders
VI Newspaper Clippings and Comments
VII Can We Plan Our Civilization?
VIII A Separate State for the Negro
Conclusion
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PRETTY PINK SKIN, BLUE EYES AND BLOND HAIR
Out here in the far South Pacific
I have learned something quite terrific
Your lovely skin is what I adore
And is just what I am fighting for.
Never really looked close at your blue eyes
But now they haunt me night and day
And your blonde hair is a prize
I value more than I can say.
These native women are a bore
With a skin that's an awful eyesore
Black and dry and wrinkly too,
Soon I'm coming back to you.
Pretty pink skin, blue eyes, blonde hair
Vary that a little and I won't care,
But I simply couldn't love you, dear,
If the pink skin wasn't there.
—Copyright 1944 by the Author.
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PREFACE
PREFACE
In this book I have attempted to put into words what at least 80,000,000 good, decent Americans are thinking; and to clarify that thinking, which of late has become dangerously confused from reading and listening to the opinions of a small body of articulate persons; persons who, whatever their motives, are completely at variance with solid American ideals.
I believe that the home and family are the salvation of mankind ... that the pride a man takes in his home and his wife and children is the one thing that keeps him civilized; makes him shave every day, wear decent clothes, behave himself in public, try to improve himself, and obey the law. This moral and civilized behavior of the married man influences the unmarried man, and forces him to behave likewise, or be considered a barbarian.
We must maintain our national pride in the family if we are to continue as a strong Nation. That some persons among us have been trying to destroy that pride is one thing I have made an effort to show.
Civilization, as we know it, is based on the family, and if the family goes, civilization goes with it. The whole thing is based on pride, and if pride is destroyed, everything is destroyed. The white race would not be in existence today if it had not been proud of its distinctive, white, translucent skin. But we have a natural pride of race, which is the solid rock foundation on which rest all of our other lesser prides. As the whole structure depends on the foundation for its support, we must not permit that foundation to be wrecked.
There are really only two families in the world: i.e., the white family, and the colored family. When we reflect on the matter, we can easily see that such a division of the peoples of the world is the only sensible way to settle the race question. Now, the colored family will have to be made to understand that our family's continued existence depends on our not permitting the members of the two families to mix socially. Since the continued existence of the white family requires that members of the colored family be excluded from it, one cannot blame the white family for enforcing that exclusion. The great colored family of the world has no more right to demand to be admitted into the great white family of the world than a private colored family has to demand to be admitted into the sacred precincts of a private white family. In either case the destruction of the white family would be as certain as that the oncoming night gradually obliterates the light of day.
The Japanese have glaringly demonstrated that the white race will either have to hold the upper hand in this world, or be exterminated. The fight we are having with Germany is really a fight within our own family. Since records have been kept, families have been known to fight among themselves, but when any outside family attacked either, the families warring among themselves stopped their quarrel long enough to join in battling off the strange invader. When two white peoples go to war, neither is obliterated, no matter which wins, and as no white people have ever been held in slavery for any length of time, that fear is of little consequence. The reason for this is that the white men held in slavery would have just as beautiful daughters as the slave masters, and since women can determine the courses of empires, the daughters of the enslaved would soon get them released. If there is any instance in the history of mankind where a colored race held a white people in slavery, I do not know about it. If it has happened, and the white people were not rescued in a short time, they must have simply disappeared. There is one instance I know of, and practically every white American knows of it; it is the story of the Lost Colony of Roanoke. Sir Walter Raleigh sent this colony to settle on the island of Roanoke off the coast of Virginia and North Carolina. There were about one hundred and fifty men, women and children in the party, which was headed by Governor John White. The governor's daughter, Eleanor White, was with them. She was the wife of Ananias Dare, one of Governor White's assistants.
To her was born the first white child of the New World, soon after they landed. They named her Virginia, after the name Governor White had given the country. North Carolina has named the County in which Roanoke is situated Dare, in her honor.
When Virginia was about one week old, Governor White decided to take their one little ship and sail back to England for help and supplies, as a previous expedition which had plenty of supplies had been completely wiped out by the Indians, and the supplies they expected to find destroyed. When Governor White landed in England the Spanish War had broken out and he was unable to get back to Roanoke until three years later. And what did he find?
The island was deserted. There were no signs of human life. Apparently the Indians had murdered all the men, and probably some of the women and children. The only evidence we have today that they did not murder all the white women and female children is the red hair and grey eyes of some of the Croatan Indians in North Carolina.
One thing which I wish to impress on the reader of this book is that I do not have any hatred for, and do not sanction any hatred of, any colored race of people on this earth. But at the same time, I profess to love my own race—the white race—with my whole heart, and desire to see it on the road to being preserved for all time before I depart this life. The white race must become united into one great family if it is to survive. It must not keep on killing off thousands of its own members in unnecessary wars. It delights the tiger in the bush to see two handsome bucks wearing each other down in a fight to the death. He smiles as he licks his chops, knowing that the victor will be so weakened he will be easy prey for the kill. They fight each other—he gets both.
This is no time for silence, for silence now means the death of the white race. This is a time for plain talk. Since our young people are being taught everything they should not learn, it behooves us to teach them a few things which they will realize later was for their own survival. If powerful Negro organizations have the freedom of our press to tell our children that they are no better than Negroes, we ought to have the freedom of that same press to fight back for our own preservation.
Every one of us has had it instilled into us to be modest and not to boast of being prettier or brighter than another, but it looks now as if we were going to have to drop this false modesty and proclaim to the world that we think our own children are the prettiest in the world, and that their white skin is worth saving.
This book properly labels those who are traitors to their own race, and from now on they can come out into the open and declare themselves. They cannot plead ignorance. They know what they are doing, and the world knows what they are doing, which is more important. We want no more of this foolishness of people in a small town in the North who have only one or two Negro families living therein, proclaiming themselves experts on the Negro question. They do not know that those few Negroes behave because they know what is good for them, and that underneath those black smiles there lurks a determination to get on top, and do the looking down themselves.
You hear much talk of love of country, and also much talk of one race of men being as good as another. Your race makes your country what it is, and therefore, if you love your country you must love even more your race which makes it what it is. The United States would not be such a great country to live in if it were populated by any race other than the White. When you speak of country you do not mean the land merely, but of the people who populate that land. The white race could take over any country and remake it into a country like our own.
Let no man say that what I have written in this book will cause the Negroes to desert us in this war. The Negro knows that we treat him better than any other people would treat him, and that we shall continue to protect and even feed him if necessary. However, we are not going to take a fatal step which would lead to the extermination of the white race, and as a consequence, the end of civilization. I have made a rather extensive study of Abraham Lincoln's speeches and writings in order that I might know for myself just how he felt about the social equality of Negroes with white people, and I have been greatly enlightened. As the reader will learn from the quotations from his life, he wanted only freedom for the Negroes, and not social equality, as he clearly saw the disaster which would befall the white race if such be attempted. Any white man will agree that we do not want to either enslave the Negro or persecute him. We only want to preserve the white race.
Some people will say that I am shouting "fire," and President Roosevelt has said that it might be considered a crime to shout "fire" in a crowded theater when there is no fire, but let's consider that there is a fire, would it not be an equal crime to not shout "fire" if you were the only person who saw it, and the house was in fact in flames?
Well, I maintain that there is not only a fire, but a conflagration, which will consume us if we do not come out of this drugged sleep, and set out to fight this fire with fire. My father taught me when I was very young that it is permissible to light one fire against the wind to meet the forest fire coming toward your house which will destroy it and everything else unless it is kept away. Many a time have I thrilled at seeing our back-fire against the wind, as slow as it was, finally meet the raging fire and snuff it out as if it were no raging monster at all. Now I am fighting a different kind of fire, but it is a fact that this fire requires a fire to meet it, and here it is. This book is not written merely for this generation, but in case that this generation does not solve this problem, it is written for the next generation, and the next, and so on, until it is solved.
Bear this in mind, when you look on with placid eye, at a Negro living with a white girl, you are advocating and sanctioning the downfall of the white race, which means the disappearance from this earth of blue eyes, blonde hair, and lovely pink skin. Do you need proof of this? Then look closely at the next mulatto you come into close contact with and check on the named "things of beauty." You will not find any one of them. Even the ears have a death-like yellowness. Just check—I ask you!
There will be those who will say that we ought not to talk about this subject, and if there is any man who detests the whole subject any more than I do I would like to meet him, but the Negroes themselves have caused this by their battle to get into our society. If we saw a fire coming toward our house which will surely destroy it, it would be the height of folly to keep quiet about it. Take another case: A man is sitting quietly in his house reading a magazine, and suddenly four men burst into the house bent upon ravishing his pretty daughters, would we expect him to sit still and declare that as far as he is concerned he is a pacifist, and will offer no fight?
And about the Negroes helping us in this war. If you desire to get a man to help you do something, there is a limit to what you will be willing to pay for that help. As for me I declare for being fair in all things. To let the Negro believe, and encourage him to believe, that we are willing to sacrifice our very existence in order to get him to go along and help us win this war is a crime on our part. He should never have been led to believe such a foolish thing as that. We are supposed to be fighting to preserve our liberty, and one might ask—what liberty—the liberty to destroy ourselves by permitting the Negroes to enter our society and utterly destroy all white people? Heretofore, in our Country the white people have had the liberty to,—as Lincoln said—"just let the Negroes alone" but things have taken a dangerous turn, of late, and our Government has been trying to force white people to accept them into their company whether they could do that safely or not. Is that the kind of liberty we are fighting for? It has come to the point where the Negroes do not want to be left to their own devices, but want to butt into the white man's affairs. Nothing good can come of this, and they ought to take warning and start building up a world of their own.
Even though I have had to point out, for emphasis, certain serious mistakes that President and Mrs. Roosevelt, Harold Ickes, and Vice-President Wallace, have made, I feel that they, being our best people, will take it as with the best of intentions for the future welfare of our family, and forgive me, for I would do no one any harm, and only desire to bring us out of this dreamless sleep of death.
When a man sees a job like this that needs doing, he has to put the welfare of his people above his own best interests, and in this connection Thomas Gray expresses my thoughts beautifully in these three lines:
The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their history in a nation's (blue) eyes.
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their history in a nation's (blue) eyes.
I had been wanting to write this book for quite a long time, but was at a loss as just how to get started, so I began haunting the libraries, and lo and behold! I found that our grand ancestors had already written it for me, and I realized that their souls were crying to me from the tomb to get busy and set the world right on what they had said and written on the subject. So I want to offer up my thanks to them, and also express my sincere gratitude to Providence for being on beauty's side ... for beauty and brains do go together. Think for a moment of the fact that you have never seen a really beautiful insane person. Also reflect a little on how the Almighty keeps the brains of the white race a step or two ahead of the colored race. There must be celestial design in all this.