Frederick Douglass: “Just ten years ago this beautiful September morning, yon bright sun beheld me a slave—a poor degraded chattel—trembling…”

To make a man a slave was to rob him of moral responsibility.

His iron sentences, cold and harsh, sunk like heavy weights deep into my heart, and stirred up within me a rebellion not soon to be allayed.

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.

Slavery had no recognition of fathers, as none of families.