Harriet Ann Jacobs
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Harriet Ann Jacobs
When my babe was born, they said it was premature. It weighed only four pounds; but God let it live.
I WAS born a slave; but I never knew it till six years of happy childhood had passed away.
Always it gave me a pang that my children had no lawful claim to a name.
DURING the first years of my service in Dr. Flint’s family, I was accustomed to share some indulgences with the children of my mistress.
But I now entered on my fifteenth year – a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul…
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…
If a slave is unwilling to go with his new master, he is whipped, or locked up in jail, until he consents to go, and…
When I was nearly twelve years old, my kind mistress sickened and died.
Dr. Flint had sworn that he would make me suffer, to my last day, for this new crime against him, as he called it; and…
The slave girl is reared in an atmosphere of licentiousness and fear.
For years, my master had done his utmost to pollute my mind with foul images, and to destroy the pure principles inculcated by my grandmother,…
The secrets of slavery are concealed like those of the Inquisition.
When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was…
There is a great difference between Christianity and religion at the south. If a man goes to the communion table, and pays money into the…
Southern women often marry a man knowing that he is the father of many little slaves. They do not trouble themselves about it.
The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.
If you want to be fully convinced of the abominations of slavery, go on a southern plantation, and call yourself a negro trader. Then there…
When they told me my new-born babe was a girl, my heart was heavier than it had ever been before. Slavery is terrible for men;…
Death is better than slavery.
Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows.
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