Cotton is king; or slavery in the Light of Political Economy.

Cotton is king; or slavery in the Light of Political Economy.

The air of England has long been too pure for a slave, and every
man is free who breathes read more

The air of England has long been too pure for a slave, and every
man is free who breathes it.

[England] a soil whose air is deemed too pure for slaves to
breathe in.

[England] a soil whose air is deemed too pure for slaves to
breathe in.

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.

Consenting to slavery is a sacrilegious breach of trust, as offensive in the sight of God as it is derogatory read more

Consenting to slavery is a sacrilegious breach of trust, as offensive in the sight of God as it is derogatory from our own honor or interest of happiness

Resolved, That the compact which exists between the North and the
South is a covenant with death and an read more

Resolved, That the compact which exists between the North and the
South is a covenant with death and an agreement with hell;
involving both parties in atrocious criminality, and should be
immediately annulled.
- William Lloyd Garrison,

Foreign slaves, as soon as they come within the limits of Gaul,
that moment they are free.
[Lat., read more

Foreign slaves, as soon as they come within the limits of Gaul,
that moment they are free.
[Lat., Servi peregrini, ut primum Galliae fines penetraverint
eodem momento liberi sunt.]

Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.

Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.

And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls read more

And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves.