Frederick Douglass: “I frankly confess, that while I hated everything like stealing, as such, I nevertheless did not hesitate to take food…”

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.

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.

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

The friendless and hungry boy, in his extremest need, found himself in the strong protecting arms of his mother.