Archibald Henry Grimké: “O Freedom! how are ye still born In the rude stable, in the manger nursed; What humble hands unbar those gates of morn…”

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.

To such an unconquerable will, to such an invincible faith obstacles vanish; the impossible becomes the attainable.

It is true examples of disinterested benevolence and individual sacrifices are numerous, particularly in the Southern States; but no systematic, vigorous, and successful measures have been made to overthrow this fabric of oppression.

During those dark years the blacks were much more sinned against than sinning.