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
When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me,… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
The slave girl is reared in an atmosphere of licentiousness and fear. — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
The slave child had no thought for the morrow; but there came that blight, which too surely waits on every human being… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
If a slave is unwilling to go with his new master, he is whipped, or locked up in jail, until he consents… — 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… — 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… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
I was ordered to go for flowers, that my mistress's house might be decorated for an evening party. I spent the day… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
“But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the… — 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
