Archibald Henry Grimké: “Theirs was a moral warfare, the grappling of truth with error, of the power of love with the inhumanities of the nation.”

O Freedom! how are ye still born In the rude stable, in the manger nursed; What humble hands unbar those gates of morn Through which the splendors of the New Day burst.

He could not hold his peace; his message he was compelled to deliver in the ears of the nation whether its leaders would hear or forbear.

The South does not regard the Negro laborer then as undesirable but quite the contrary--only it wants to retain possession of it on its own terms, not on those advantageous to that labor.

And in this moral mud there bred apace bestiality and cruelty, superstition and sensuality, tyranny and fear--the black brood of man's inhumanity to man.