“Haven't you the sense God gave a dog? We take these white folks where we want them to go, we show them what we want them to see. Don't you know that? I thought you had some sense.”
He was our leader and our magic, who kept the endowment high, the funds for scholarships plentiful and publicity moving through the channels of the press. He was our coal-black daddy of whom we were afraid.
A great seed had been planted. A seed which has continued to put forth its fruit in its season as surely as if the great creator had been resurrected.
“Your poor judgment has caused this school incalculable damage. Instead of uplifting the race, you've torn it down.”
Two things our people must do is accept responsibility for their acts and avoid becoming bitter.