Men Must Not Only Know, They Must

The World Is Shrinking Together; It Is Finding Itself Neighbor To Itself In Strange, Almost Magic Degree.

Progress In Human Affairs Is More Often A Pull Than A Push, A Surging Forward Of The Exceptional Man, And The Lifting Of His Duller Brethren Slowly And Painfully To His Vantage-ground.

Out Of The Temptation Of Hate, And Burned By The Fire Of Despair, Triumphant Over Doubt, And Steeled By Sacrifice Against Humiliation, . . . He Bent To All The Gibes And Prejudices, To All Hatred And Discrimination With That Rare Courtesy Which Is The Armor Of Pure Souls. . . . He Simply Worked, Inspiring The Young, Rebuking The Old, Helping The Weak, Guiding The Strong.

I Believe That All Men, Black And Brown And White, Are Brothers, Varying Through Time And Opportunity, In Form And Gift And Feature, But Differing In No Essential Particular, And Alike In Soul And The Possibility Of Infinite Development.

One Is Astonished In The Study Of History At The Recurrence Of The Idea That Evil Must Be Forgotten, Distorted, Skimmed Over. We Must Not Remember That Daniel Webster Got Drunk But Only That He Was A Splendid Constitutional Lawyer. We Must Forget That George Washington Was A Slave Owner . . . And Simply Remember The Things We Regard As Creditable And Inspiring. The Difficulty, Of Course, With This Philosophy Is That History Loses Its Value As An Incentive And Example; It Paints Perfect Man And Noble Nations, But It Does Not Tell The Truth.