But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning and often does she wish that she… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
There must be sophistry in all this; but the condition of a slave confuses all principles of morality, and, in fact, renders the practice… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
“Who can blame slaves for being cunning? They are constantly compelled to resort to it. It is the only weapon of the weak and… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
“It was a grand opportunity for the low whites, who had no negroes of their own to scourge. They exulted in such a chance… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
“I remained abroad ten months, which was much longer than I had anticipated. During all that time, I never saw the slightest symptom of… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
For years, my master had done his utmost to pollute my mind with foul images, and to destroy the pure principles inculcated by my… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
“Several years after, he passed through our town and preached to his former congregation. In his afternoon sermon he addressed the colored people. 'My… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
I WAS born a slave; but I never knew it till six years of happy childhood had passed away — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
I can testify, from my own experience and observation, that slavery is a curse to the whites as well as to the blacks. It… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
