Archibald Henry Grimké: “Once upon a time, the race was represented in Congress, but today the tribe of the Negro Congressmen is extinct and has…”

And in this moral mud there bred apace bestiality and cruelty, superstition and sensuality, tyranny and fear--the black brood of man's inhumanity to man.

I am invited to occupy a broader field, and to engage in a higher enterprise; that field embraces the whole country--that enterprise is in behalf of the slave population.

It is a gangrene preying upon our vitals--an earthquake rumbling under our feet--a mine accumulating material for a national catastrophe.

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