feel to be a problem? I answer seldom a word.” The problem he described has countless layers and to attempt to dissect them would be a thesis onto itself. However Dubois, later in the chapter, describes his toil as he headed out beyond the protected hills of the Berkshires. He “sought to analyze the burden he bore upon his back”(page 10). That burden was the burden of being black in a society that had torn his race apart. His race, something that he bore in the cells of his being, worn on his skin, was degraded to a degree that probably no white man, certainly not myself, has ever experienced. Dubois was a man with conviction, and although I have never experienced being black, his words resonated deeply and profoundly inside of my soul. He