Frederick Douglass: “If ever I had any patriotism, or any capacity for the feeling, it was whipped out of me long since, by the lash of the…”

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

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

It had no interest in recognizing or preserving any of the ties that bind families together or to their homes.

Father he might be, and not be husband, and could sell his own child without incurring reproach, if in its veins coursed one drop of African blood.