Frederick Douglass: “The nation has seen its face, and felt the controlling pressure of its hand.”

My grandmother was all the world to me, and the thought of being separated from her was a most unwelcome suggestion to my affections and hopes.

Guilty or not guilty, to be accused was to be sure of a flogging.

The anti-slavery platform had performed its work, and my voice was no longer needed.

I looked into this kitchen with peculiar interest, and remembered that it was there I last saw my mother.