Where bastard Freedom waves
Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

Where bastard Freedom waves
Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

The very mudsills of society. . . . We call them
slaves. . . . But I will not read more

The very mudsills of society. . . . We call them
slaves. . . . But I will not characterize that class at the North
with that term; but you have it. It is there, it is everywhere,
it is eternal.

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.

No more slave States and no more slave territory.
- Salmon Portland Chase,

No more slave States and no more slave territory.
- Salmon Portland Chase,

Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.

Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.

And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls read more

And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves.

Life without the courage for death is slavery

Life without the courage for death is slavery

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,

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.