Such, at least, is the verdict of my own soul, on the supposition that I am to be the slave; that my wife is to be sold from me for the vilest purposes; that my children are to be torn from my arms, and disposed of to the highest bidder, like sheep in the market.
Garrison shares a deeply personal reflection on the horrors of slavery, imagining the pain of being torn from loved ones.
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