Frederick Douglass: “I began, with the commencement of the year, to prepare myself for a final struggle, which should decide my fate one way…”

That the mother was a slave was enough for its deadly purpose.

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

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.

The day we celebrate is preëminently the colored man’s day.