... And In Thinking Of My Life,

Yet People In General Will Say They Like Colored Men As Well As Any Other, But In Their Proper Place.

The Thought Of Only Being A Creature Of The Present And The Past Was Troubling. I Longed For A Future Too, With Hope In It. The Desire To Be Free, Awakened My Determination To Act, To Think, And To Speak.

It Was A Glorious Resurrection, From The Tomb Of Slavery, To The Heaven Of Slavery. My Long-crushed Spirit Rose, Cowardice Departed, Bold Defiance Took Its Place; And I Now Resolved That, However Long I Might Remain A Slave In Form, The Day Had Passed Forever When I Could Be A Slave In Fact.

Those Who Profess To Favor Freedom, And Yet Depreciate Agitation, Are Men Who Want Crops Without Plowing Up The Ground.

The District Of Columbia Is The One Spot Where There Is No Government For The People, Of The People And By The People.