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In a Berkshires schoolhouse, a sudden knowledge of bigotry

Marker at the site of the long demolished house in Great Barrington, Mass., where W.E.B DuBois (1868-1963) spent his early childhood.

Marker at the site of the long demolished house in Great Barrington, Mass., where W.E.B DuBois (1868-1963) spent his early childhood.

Great Barrington, in the Berkshires, is the birthplace of W.E.B. DuBois, — co-founder of the NAACP; editor of its journal; author of The Souls of Black Folk, as well as founding works of black history, sociology and political theory; essayist; novelist, and civil-rights campaigner.

From The Souls of Black Folk (1903), Ch. “Of Our Spiritual Strivings”:

“It is in the early days of rollicking boyhood that the revelation first bursts upon one, all in a day, as it were. I remember well when the shadow swept across me. I was a little thing, away up in the hills of New England, where the dark Housatonic winds between Hoosac and Taghkanic to the sea. In a wee wooden schoolhouse, something put it into the boys’ and girls’ heads to buy gorgeous visiting-cards–ten cents a package–and exchange. The exchange was merry, till one girl, a tall newcomer, refused my card — refused it peremptorily, with a glance. Then it dawned upon me with a certain suddenness that I was different from the others; or like, mayhap, in heart and life and longing, but shut out from their world by a vast veil. I had thereafter no desire to tear down that veil, to creep through; I held all beyond it in common contempt, and lived above it in a region of blue sky and great wandering shadows. That sky was bluest when I could beat my mates at examination-time, or beat them at a foot-race, or even beat their stringy heads. Alas, with the years all this fine contempt began to fade; for the words I longed for, and all their dazzling opportunities, were theirs, not mine. But they should not keep these prizes, I said; some, all, I would wrest from them. Just how I would do it I could never decide: by reading law, by healing the sick, by telling the wonderful tales that swam in my head, — some way.’’

- From L.R. Burleigh

- From L.R. Burleigh

The lovely downtown of Great Barrington in the spring. There are lots of nice restaurants and art galleries..— Photo by Anc516

The lovely downtown of Great Barrington in the spring. There are lots of nice restaurants and art galleries..

— Photo by Anc516

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