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Behind me and the other world there is an ever unasked question:
unasked by some through feelings of delicacy;
by others through the difficulty of rightly framing it.
How does it feel to be a problem?
...Leaving then, the white world, I have stepped within the veil,
raising it that you may view faintly its deeper recesses—
the meaning of religion,
the passion of its human sorrow,
and the struggle of its greater souls.

—W.E.B. DuBois
The Souls of Black Folks (1903)