American scholar, civil rights activist, Pan-Africanist, pacifist and writer, W.E.B Du Bois published many articles, poems, novels and speeches which awarded him large recognition after his death. After the US failed to renew his passport, he became a citizen of Ghana in 1963, where he died of old age while working on an encyclopedia of the African diaspora.

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