Her bosom was as a bird's, soft and slight, slight and soft as the breast of some dark-plumaged dove. All seemed weary of life even before entering upon it. The challenge of our past remains the challenge of our future - will we be one nation, one people, with one common destiny, or not? Will we all come together, or come apart? The divide of race has been America#146;s constant curse. Stephen began to enumerate glibly his father's attributes.