Expand "Since the dawn of history the_Negro has owned the continent of Africa – rich
beyond the dream of poet’s fancy, crunching acres of diamonds beneath his bare_
black feet and yet he never picked one up from the dust until a white man showed
to him its glittering light.

His land swarmed with powerful and docile
animals, yet he never dreamed a harness, cart, or sled.

A hunter by
necessity, he never made an axe, spear, or arrowhead worth preserving beyond the
moment of its use. He lived as an ox, content to graze for an hour.

In a
land of stone and timber he never sawed a foot of lumber, carved a block, or
built a house save of broken sticks and mud.

With league on league of
ocean strand and miles of inland seas, for four thousand years he watched their
surface ripple under the wind, heard the thunder of the surf on his beach, the
howl of the storm over his head, gazed on the dim blue horizon calling him to
worlds that lie beyond, and yet he never dreamed a sail.” — Charles Darwin