Frederick Douglass: “He was to me a new master, and I to him a new slave.”

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

I wished it was possible I could remain small all my life, knowing that the sooner I grew large the shorter would be my time to remain with them.

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

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.