Archibald Henry Grimké: “I cannot conceive why a black man may not as reasonably object to my color, as I to his.”

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

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.

Sirs, I am not come to tell you that slavery is a curse, debasing in its effects, cruel in its operations, fatal in its continuance.

Whenever there is a contest between the oppressed and the oppressor, the weapons being equal between the parties, God knows that my heart must be with the oppressed, and always against the oppressor.