Every effort of philanthropy seemed to have miscarried, every effort at correcting abuses seemed of doubtful value, and the race friction seemed to become severer.

Here was the century-old problem in all its pathos seated singing before me.

Who were the more to be pitied--these innocent victims of an ancient wrong, or I and men like me, who had inherited the problem?
I had long ago thrown aside illusions and theories, and was willing to meet the facts face to face, and to do whatever in God's name a man might do towards saving the next generation from such a burden.
But I felt the weight of twenty well-nigh hopeless years of thought and reading and observation; for the old difficulties remained and new ones had sprung up.

Then I saw clearly that the way out of a century of blunders had been made by this man who stood beside me and was introducing me to this audience.

Before me was the material he had used.
All about me was the indisputable evidence that he had found the natural line of development.