Booker T. Washington: “In my childhood I had suffered for want of a place to sleep, for lack of food, clothing, and shelter.”

She was simply a victim of the system of slavery.

I can scarcely imagine any torture, except, perhaps, the pulling of a tooth, that is equal to that caused by putting on a new flax shirt for the first time.

I was supremely happy in the opportunity of being able to assist somebody else.

But taking place at the time it did, and for the reason that it did, no one could ever make me believe that my mother was guilty of thieving.