Henry Ossian Flipper,
Henry Ossian Flipper, the Colored Cadet at West Point
“ Will man ever cease to prejudge his fellow-being for color's sake alone? Grant, O merciful God, that he may!But au fait! Anon a cadet, whose perfectly fitting uniform of matchless gray and immaculate white revealed the symmetry of his form in all its manly beauty, saunters leisurely by, his head erect, shoulders back, step quick and elastic, and those glorious buttons glittering at their brilliant points like so many orbs of a distant stellar world. Next a plebe strolls wearily along, his drooping shoulders, hanging head, and careless gait bespeaking the need of more squad drill. ”
