I Could, As A Free

Grandmother Pointed Out My Brother Perry, My Sister Sarah, And My Sister Eliza, Who Stood In The Group. I Had Never Seen My Brother Nor My Sisters Before; And, Though I Had Sometimes Heard Of Them, And Felt A Curious Interest In Them, I Really Did Not Understand What They Were To Me, Or I To Them. We Were Brothers And Sisters, But What Of That? Why Should They Be Attached To Me, Or I To Them? Brothers And Sisters Were By Blood; But Slavery Had Made Us Strangers. I Heard The Words Brother And Sisters, And Knew They Must Mean Something; But Slavery Had Robbed These Terms Of Their True Meaning.

A War Undertaken And Brazenly Carried On For The Perpetual Enslavement Of Colored Men, Calls Logically And Loudly For Colored Men To Help Suppress It.

What Is Possible For Me Is Possible For You.

I Expose Slavery In This Country, Because To Expose It Is To Kill It. Slavery Is One Of Those Monsters Of Darkness To Whom The Light Of Truth Is Death.

We Are Free To Say That In Respect To Political Rights, We Hold Women To Be Justly Entitled To All We Claim For Men.