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“I also found that what the white man of the South practiced for himself, he assumed to be unthinkable in white women. They could and did fall in love with the pretty mulatto and quadroon girls as well as black ones, but they professed an inability to imagine white women doing the same thing with Negro and mulatto men. Whenever they did so and were found out, the cry of rape was raised, and the lowest element of the white South was turned loose to wreak its fiendish cruelty on those too weak to help themselves.”

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Crusade for Justice: The Autobiography of Ida B. Wells

This autobiography delves into the personal and professional journey of Ida B. Wells, a prominent African American journalist, teacher, and activist. It chronicles her experiences and contributions to the civil rights movement, including her efforts to expose the horrors of the lynching epidemic in the United States. The book also discusses her involvement in the women's suffrage movement and her advocacy for social justice. more

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