Archibald Henry Grimké: “For wherever he goes he carries the marks of his race with him, and that is the essence of his offense in America.”

Is it any wonder that crime emerges out of such cruel and unequal conditions?

Then you had better let all your irons burn than neglect your duty to the slave.

At any rate they should hear what was resting upon his soul with the weight of a great woe, the force of a supreme command.

O Freedom! how are ye still born In the rude stable, in the manger nursed; What humble hands unbar those gates of morn Through which the splendors of the New Day burst.