Resolved, That the compact which exists between the North and the
South is a covenant with death and an read more

Resolved, That the compact which exists between the North and the
South is a covenant with death and an agreement with hell;
involving both parties in atrocious criminality, and should be
immediately annulled.
- William Lloyd Garrison,

I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
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I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.

Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They read more

Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.

Execrable son! so to aspire
Above his brethren, to himself assuming
Authority usurp'd, from God not given.
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Execrable son! so to aspire
Above his brethren, to himself assuming
Authority usurp'd, from God not given.
He gave us only over beast, fish, fowl,
Dominion absolute; that right we hold
By his donation; but man over men
He made not lord; such title to himself
Reserving, human left from human free.

Cotton is King.

Cotton is King.

I do not see how a barbarous community and a civilized community
can constitute a state. I think we read more

I do not see how a barbarous community and a civilized community
can constitute a state. I think we must get rid of slavery or we
must get rid of freedom.

The moment the slave resolves that he will no longer be a slave, his fetters fall. Freedom and slavery are read more

The moment the slave resolves that he will no longer be a slave, his fetters fall. Freedom and slavery are mental states.

In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her read more

In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her mighty lakes and star-crowned mountains. But my rapture is soon checked when I remember that all is cursed with the infernal spirit of slave-holding and wrong; When I remember that with the waters of her noblest rivers, the tears of my brethren are borne to the ocean, disregarded and forgotten; That her most fertile fields drink daily of the warm blood of my outraged sisters, I am filled with unutterable loathing.

I didn't know I was a slave until I found out I couldn't do the things I wanted

I didn't know I was a slave until I found out I couldn't do the things I wanted