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 prejudice against color. Indeed, I entirely forgot it, till the time came for us to return to America… We had a tedious winter passage, and from the distance spectres seemed to rise up on the shores… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share
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 friends,' said he, 'it affords me great happiness to have an opportunity of speaking to you again. For two years I have been striving to do something for the colored people of my own parish; but… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share
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
