Anonymous; New York Amsterdam News, May 1, 1929

“I slept. I dreamed, I seemed to climb a hard, ascending track.
And just behind me labored one whose face was black.
I pitied him, but hour by hour he gained upon my path.
He stood beside me, stood upright, and then I turned in wrath.
‘Go back,’ I cried, ‘what right have you to stand beside me here?’
I paused, struck dumb with fear, for lo! the black man was not there–
But Christ stood in his place!
And oh! the pain, the pain, the pain that looked from that dear face.”