Frederick Douglass: “As I look back to this period, I am almost amazed that I was not murdered outright, so murderous was the spirit which…”

For the moment the northern lamb was transformed into a lion, and his roar was terrible.

I believed I should get enough to eat at Covey’s, even if I suffered in other respects, and this to a hungry man is not a prospect to be regarded with indifference.

This was a new and special revelation, dispelling a painful mystery against which my youthful understanding had struggled, and struggled in vain, to wit, the white man’s power to perpetuate the enslavement of the black man.

It was perhaps better for the country and for mankind that the good man could not know the end from the beginning.