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Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, 1845
Born enslaved in Maryland, taught himself to read, and walked out into a life of speaking the truth about it. Knowledge unfits a man to be a slave.
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Kept by Substance · the quoted lines are theirs, the rest written after them · Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass
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“I am glad of an opportunity to express, as far as words can, the love and gratitude I bear him.”
The week’s question
When you stood at some border between safety and fear, did you choose to cross, or did you stay because the road seemed too dark?
We must name the courage it took to leave everything known behind. “I was relieved from it by the humane hand of Mr. David Ruggles.”
“Slaves sing most when they are most unhappy.
The songs of the slave represent the sorrows of his heart; and he is relieved by them, only as an aching heart is relieved by its tears.”
The winter air bit my cheeks as I stood in the dark corner of the cabin, the fire long dead. My master’s voice still rang in my ears from the field just beyond the fence, demanding more work while the night grew colder.…
“It is impossible for me to describe my feelings as the time of my contemplated start drew near.”
The silence before the flight was heavier than any whip. I held my breath while the world moved on without me. Stand firm when your heart trembles, for hesitation is a chain that binds the spirit as surely as iron shackles the ankle.
“I saw no whipping of men; but all seemed to go smoothly on.”
In Baltimore, the lash was a constant sound, a rhythm that broke the spirit before it could form a mind. Here, the work moves without fear. The laborer loads the ship with a quiet pride, knowing his hands belong to him and no master strikes them down. This smoothness is not mere luck; it is the result of men who are free to think while they work. I watched a…
“Were I to be again reduced to the chains of slavery, next to that enslavement, I should regard being the slave of a religious master the greatest calamity that could befall me.”
Do not let your faith become a shield for cruelty while you hold power over another human soul. Ask yourself if your piety makes you more just or merely more cruel in your treatment of those you claim to love.
“The thought of owning a pair of trousers was great indeed!”