ABSTRACT
IN the five years following the war, my world collapsed; events piled up in a disorderly fashion, shaking my confidence and leaving me stripped of the will to continue. I felt that the dynamic opportunity which the conflict had provided for dark peoples throughout the world had been dissipated. The armed forces were still for the most part segregated; with the closing down of defense industries employment for Negroes was at a low ebb; left-wing opposition to the status quo had largely disappeared; and the labor unions, with their treasuries bursting, no longer were interested in Negro participation.
