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Acknowledgments
What is life but life, after all? Its end is its greatest and fullest self—this end is
the Good. The Beautiful its attribute—its soul, and Truth is its being. Not three
commensurable things are these, they [are] three dimensions of the cube—
mayhap God is the fourth, but for that very reason incomprehensible. The
greatest and fullest Life is by definition beautiful, beautiful,—beautiful as a
dark passionate woman, beautiful as a golden hearted school girl, beautiful as
a grey haired hero. That is the dimension of breadth. Then comes Truth—
what is, cold and indisputable: that is height. Now I will, so help my soul,
multiply breadth by height, Beauty by Truth & then Goodness, strength, shall
bind them together into a solid Whole.
Wherefore? I know not now. Perhaps Infinite other dimensions do. This is a
wretched figure and yet it roughly represents my attitude toward the world.24
Figure 1.1 Lists the schedule of a Great Barrington High School debate on the
mandatory study of Latin and Greek languages. Participating in the debate are
Frank Baldwin, B. Tobey, L. Rogers, and W. Du Bois. “Programme of the H.S.L.”
(November 18, 1884), W. E. B. Du Bois Papers (MS 312), Special Collections and
University Archives, University of Massachusetts Amherst Libraries.
A year before Du Bois’s high school graduation, then, and five years
before he became a student there, Harvard, in line with general
trends in education at the time, had ended its classical languages
entrance requirement. Du Bois, while perhaps unaware of the
specifics of the changing situation at his eventual alma mater under
the leadership of Charles Eliot, was not unaware of the growing
trend among universities to favor the elimination of classical
language requirements. He participated in a school-sponsored public
debate concerning the “mandatory study of Latin and Greek
languages” for college students during his senior year of high school.
In a foreshadowing of his eventual position contra Washington,
young Du Bois argued on the side of upholding the requirements
(see Figure 1.2).33
Figure 1.2 Du Bois in the group of the Six Speakers at the Graduation of 281
Harvard Students. “W. E. B. Du Bois, Harvard Graduation” (1890), W. E. B. Du Bois
Papers (MS 312), Special Collections and University Archives, University of
Massachusetts Amherst Libraries.
I wanted to get hold of the basis of knowledge, and explore foundations and
beginnings. I chose, therefore, Palmer’s course in ethics, but he being on
Sabbatical for a year, William James replaced him, and I became a devoted
follower of James at the time he was developing his pragmatic philosophy. . . .
William James guided me out of the sterilities of scholastic philosophy to
realist pragmatism.55
I revelled [sic] in the keen analysis of William James, Josiah Royce and young
George Santayana. But it was James with his pragmatism and Albert Bushnell
Hart with his research method, that turned me back from the lovely but sterile
land of philosophic speculation, to the social sciences as the field for
gathering and interpreting that body of fact which would apply to my program
for the Negro.56
The truth of an idea is not a stagnant property inherent in it. Truth happens to
an idea. It becomes true, is made true by events. Its verity is in fact an event,
a process: the process namely of its verifying itself, its veri-fication. Its validity
is the process of its valid-ation.84
In his famous 1926 Crisis essay “Criteria of Negro Art,” Du Bois articulated his
vision of art in what amounted to a recommendation to the budding
generation of Harlem Renaissance writers to resist market-driven black
portraiture and to create “beauty” as he saw it. According to Du Bois, creating
beauty necessarily involves telling the “Truth”—creating accurate portraiture
free of the racist caricature of the minstrel stage, popular literature,
advertising, and film; truth is also grounded in historical accuracy.
Furthermore, truth is necessarily tied to “right” and “justice” because for Du
Bois accurate representation and the accurate historical record invariably lay
claim to universal human needs, aspirations, and progressive political
change.108
The creation of art is a means of propaganda for the True and the
Good through the Beautiful. In applying this understanding of art to
the needs of African Americans, Du Bois saw in art a means of
overcoming the dehumanization of Black people both in the ability of
the artist to act as a conduit for the ideal world as well as in the
artist’s accurate representation of the totality of Black life. “Art is
universal and eternal” for Du Bois, Byerman notes, and “for those
very reasons, black achievement in art is proof of black humanity
and equality.”109 Du Bois’s pragmatic adaptation of Platonic thought
on aesthetics via the influence of Santayana is demonstrative of the
persistently classical foundations of his thought in spite of Du Bois’s
adoption and adaptation of a number of non-classical influences,
such as James’s pragmatism.
The persistently classical foundation to Du Bois’s core ideas in
ethics, epistemology, and aesthetics is exhibited by the outline of his
moral vision, quoted earlier, which Du Bois wrote in celebration of his
twenty-fifth birthday.110 At the time he wrote this, he had already
spent several years in the classrooms of James, Santayana, and his
other professors at Harvard and was now a student at Friedrich
Wilhelm University in Berlin, Germany. As if to emphasize the
essentially classical nature of the thought expressed therein, Du
Bois, Hairston notes, accompanied his elucidation of this moral vision
with a “classically pagan ritual with Greek wine, candles, prayers,
and singing.”111 In the text he produced, Du Bois writes that “the
Good” is the “end” and “greatest and fullest” fulfillment of life, “the
Beautiful its attribute—its soul, and Truth is its being.”112 In his
identification of Truth as the “being” of the Good, influence may be
detected from Jamesian pragmatism, which equates the true and the
good absolutely in a manner that departs from Plato. Du Bois’s
basically Platonic realist approach to Truth, Goodness, and Beauty,
however, is apparent
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oath in heaven. He calmly and bravely heard the voice of doubt and
fear all around him; but he had an oath in heaven, and there was not
power enough on earth to make this honest boatman,
backwoodsman, and broad-handed splitter of rails evade or violate
that sacred oath. He had not been schooled in the ethics of slavery;
his plain life had favored his love of truth. He had not been taught
that treason and perjury were the proof of honor and honesty. His
moral training was against his saying one thing when he meant
another. The trust which Abraham Lincoln had in himself and in the
people was surprising and grand, but it was also enlightened and
well-founded. He knew the American people better than they knew
themselves, and his truth was based upon this knowledge.
Fellow citizens, the fourteenth day of April, 1865, of which this is
the eleventh anniversary, is now and will ever remain a memorable
day in the annals of this republic. It was on the evening of this day,
while a fierce and sanguinary rebellion was in the last stages of its
desolating power; while its armies were broken and scattered before
the invincible armies of Grant and Sherman; while a great nation,
torn and rent by war, was already beginning to raise to the skies loud
anthems of joy at the dawn of peace, it was startled, amazed, and
overwhelmed by the crowning crime of slavery—the assassination of
Abraham Lincoln. It was a new crime, a pure act of malice. No
purpose of the rebellion was to be served by it. It was the simple
gratification of a hell-black spirit of revenge. But it has done good
after all. It has filled the country with a deeper abhorrence of slavery
and a deeper love for the great liberator.
Had Abraham Lincoln died from any of the numerous ills to
which flesh is heir; had he reached that good old age of which his
vigorous constitution and his temperate habits gave promise; had he
been permitted to see the end of his great work; had the solemn
curtain of death come down but gradually—we should still have been
smitten with a heavy grief, and treasured his name lovingly. But
dying as he did die, by the red hand of violence, killed, assassinated,
taken off without warning, not because of personal hate—for no man
who knew Abraham Lincoln could hate him—but because of his
fidelity to union and liberty, he is doubly dear to us, and his memory
will be precious forever.
Fellow citizens, I end as I begun, with congratulations. We have
done a good work for our race to-day. In doing honor to the memory
of our friend and liberator, we have been doing highest honors to
ourselves and those who come after us; we have been fastening
ourselves to a name and fame imperishable and immortal; we have
also been defending ourselves from a blighting scandal. When now it
shall be said that the colored man is soulless, that he has no
appreciation of benefits or benefactors; when the foul reproach of
ingratitude is hurled at us, and it is attempted to scourge us beyond
the range of human brotherhood, we may calmly point to the
monument we have this day erected to the memory of Abraham
Lincoln.