Your Divine Spark Wears Different Shells

The white professor squinted over his glasses at the young black man in his Harvard office. It was 1892. The student had just defended his doctoral dissertation with brilliance that left the room stunned.

One can imagine the restrained congratulations Du Bois received that day, as Harvard's first Black Ph.D. graduate.

W.E.B. Du Bois nodded quietly. Something inside him stirred as he walked across Harvard Yard. It wasn’t pride in breaking barriers. It was clarity about his true mission. The degree meant nothing if it didn't serve something greater.

He had grown up in Great Barrington, Massachusetts, where color mattered less than character. But his years at Fisk University in the South shattered that innocence. He witnessed Jim Crow's brutal machinery. The separate water fountains. The lynch mobs. The systematic crushing of human dignity.

Most people would have turned bitter. Du Bois did something else entirely.