On the record
My friends were prodigal of pity, but of nothing else.
Said by
Archibald Henry Grimké
Source
gutenberg.orgArchibald Henry Grimké: “My friends were prodigal of pity, but of nothing else.”
Editor's note · Context
Grimké describes the pity he received from friends but notes it was not accompanied by practical support.
Share
More from Archibald Henry Grimké
Then you had better let all your irons burn than neglect your duty to the slave.
Under it we have the double moral standard and the double legal standard operating throughout that section with a vengeance.
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.
It is true many a cheek burns with shame in view of our national inconsistency, and many a heart bleeds for the miserable African.