I walked into a restaurant, seated myself, and reached for the bill of fare. My table companion rose.
"Sir," said he, "do you wish to force your company on those who do not want you?"
No, said I, I wish to eat. "
Are you aware, sir, that this is social equality?"
Nothing of the sort, sir, it is hunger, and I ate.”
Du Bois makes an ironic point that the man is only asking to eat, he is not doing anything wrong by sitting down, other than being socially unacceptable. The end of the story comes a man walking along the railroad, and the black man joins him…
"But you're a nigger." Yes, I'm certainly what you mean by that.
"Well then!" he returned, with that curiously inconsequential not of triumph. "Moreover," he said, "I do not want my sister to marry a nigger."
I had not even seen his sister, so I merely murmured, let her say no.
"By God, you shan't marry her, even if she said