Archibald Henry Grimké: “At any rate they should hear what was resting upon his soul with the weight of a great woe, the force of a supreme…”

Our garb should be sack-cloth--our heads bowed in the dust--our supplications for the pardon and assistance of Heaven.

On every hand over against his paper rights as a citizen, the Negro faces facts which make his citizenship seem like a snare and a delusion.

With unerring moral instinct he had from the start placed his reliance "on nothing but the eternal principles of justice for the speedy overthrow of slavery.

It would reappear as Negro serfdom unless placed in the way of utter extinction.