It Was Unlawful, As Well

I Could, As A Free Man, Look Across The Bay Toward The Eastern Shore Where I Was Born A Slave.

I Assert Most Unhesitatingly, That The Religion Of The South Is A Mere Covering For The Most Horrid Crimes—a Justifier Of The Most Appalling Barbarity…a Shelter Under…which The Darkest, Foulest, Grossest, And Most Infernal Deeds Of Slaveholders Find The Strongest Protection

A Great Man, Tender Of Heart, Strong Of Nerve, Boundless Patience And Broadest Sympathy, With No Motive Apart From His Country.

Men And Women, Old And Young, Married And Single, Were Ranked With Horses, Sheep, And Swine

I Have Observed This In My Experience Of Slavery, - That Whenever My Condition Was Improved, Instead Of Its Increasing My Contentment, It Only Increased My Desire To Be Free, And Set Me To Thinking Of Plans To Gain My Freedom. I Have Found That, To Make A Contented Slave, It Is Necessary To Make A Thoughtless One. It Is Necessary To Darken His Moral And Mental Vision, And, As Far As Possible, To Annihilate The Power Of Reason. He Must Be Able To Detect No Inconsistencies In Slavery; He Must Be Made To Feel That Slavery Is Right; And He Can Be Brought To That Only When He Ceased To Be A Man.