Frederick Douglass: “A dead Negro is with them now, as before, a common jest.”

True it is that this faith was many times shaken by passing events, but never destroyed.

Treason had shot its poisonous roots deeper, and had spread its death-dealing branches further than any northern calculation had covered.

Land is not worth much where there are no people to occupy it, and a mule is not worth much where there is no one to drive him.

No word of retaliation when a black man is slain by a rebel in cold blood.