He was a Quaker, just back from seven years as a missionary in the Orient, and he thought himself pretty tolerant. But one day in 1925 Thomas Elsa Jones walked into a washroom at Columbia University, and found himself resenting the presence of a Negro, washing his hands. "My old feelings of superiority came back," he said, and he was alarmed. Jones ran into the Negro again in a German class, and discovered that the Negro knew more German than he did. "Soon we were playing handball together—and in less than a year I...
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