Sandy’s wife was not behind him in kindness—both seemed to esteem it a privilege to succor me; for, although I was hated by Covey and by my master, I was loved by the colored people, because they thought I was hated for my knowledge, and persecuted because I was feared.
Recounting the kindness he received from fellow slaves, Douglass explains why he was both hated by his masters and loved by his community.
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