W.E.B. Du Bois begins his magnum opus The Souls of Black Folk by saying that there is one question he continually senses in the minds of white folk but that they are too sensitive to ask: "how does it feel to be a problem?". The rest of the book attempts in some way to answer that question. One way that Du Bois describes it is with the image of a veil that separates every African American from the white world beyond. Face to face with this tombstone, I bumped into the veil, but from the opposite side.
You may bury me in the East,
You may bury me in the West,
But I'll hear the trumpet sound
In a-tat morning.
Rest well Mr. Thomas, I'll see you in that morning where there are no more veils.