Frederick Douglass: “A hundred white men will attend a concert of counterfeit Negro minstrels, with faces blackened with burnt cork, to one…”

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.

Knowledge unfits a child to be a slave.” I instinctively assented to the proposition, and from that moment I understood the direct pathway from slavery to freedom.

I looked into this kitchen with peculiar interest, and remembered that it was there I last saw my mother.

I believed I should get enough to eat at Covey’s, even if I suffered in other respects, and this to a hungry man is not a prospect to be regarded with indifference.