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The very mudsills of society. . . . We call them
slaves. . . . But I will not read more
The very mudsills of society. . . . We call them
slaves. . . . But I will not characterize that class at the North
with that term; but you have it. It is there, it is everywhere,
it is eternal.
No more slave States and no more slave territory.
- Salmon Portland Chase,
No more slave States and no more slave territory.
- Salmon Portland Chase,
The moment the slave resolves that he will no longer be a slave, his fetters fall. Freedom and slavery are read more
The moment the slave resolves that he will no longer be a slave, his fetters fall. Freedom and slavery are mental states.
I believe this government cannot endure permanently half slave
and half free.
I believe this government cannot endure permanently half slave
and half free.
Where bastard Freedom waves
Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
Where bastard Freedom waves
Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They read more
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
For in reason, all government without the consent of the governed is the very definition of slavery.
For in reason, all government without the consent of the governed is the very definition of slavery.
In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her read more
In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her mighty lakes and star-crowned mountains. But my rapture is soon checked when I remember that all is cursed with the infernal spirit of slave-holding and wrong; When I remember that with the waters of her noblest rivers, the tears of my brethren are borne to the ocean, disregarded and forgotten; That her most fertile fields drink daily of the warm blood of my outraged sisters, I am filled with unutterable loathing.
