The Problem Of The Twentieth Century Is

As Negro Voting Increased, Congress Got An Improved Sense Of Hearing.

Herein Lies The Tragedy Of The Age: Not That Men Are Poor, - All Men Know Something Of Poverty. Not That Men Are Wicked, - Who Is Good? Not That Men Are Ignorant, - What Is Truth? Nay, But That Men Know So Little Of Men.

Among Negroes Of My Generation There Was Not Only Little Direct Acquaintance Or Consciously Inherited Knowledge Of Africa, But Much Distaste And Recoil Because Of What The White World Taught Them About The Dark Continent. There Arose Resentment That A Group Like Ours, Born And Bred In The United States For Centuries, Should Be Regarded As Africans At All. They Were, As Most Of Them Began Gradually To Assert, Americans. My Father's Father Was Particularly Bitter About This. He Would Not Accept An Invitation To A 'negro' Picnic. He Would Not Segregate Himself In Any Way.

What Do Nations Care About The Cost Of War, If By Spending A Few Hundred Millions In Steel And Gunpowder They Can Gain A Thousand Millions In Diamonds And Cocoa?

Perhaps The Most Extraordinary Characteristic Of Current America Is The Attempt To Reduce Life To Buying And Selling. Life Is Not Love Unless Love Is Sex And Bought And Sold. Life Is Not Knowledge Save Knowledge Of Technique, Of Science For Destruction. Life Is Not Beauty Except Beauty For Sale. Life Is Not Art Unless Its Price Is High And It Is Sold For Profit. All Life Is Production For Profit, And For What Is Profit But For Buying And Selling Again?