Right Is Of No Sex, Truth Is

From My Earliest Recollection, I Date The Entertainment Of A Deep Conviction That Slavery Would Not Always Be Able To Hold Me Within Its Foul Embrace; And In The Darkest Hours Of My Career In Slavery, This Living Word Of Faith And Spirit Of Hope Departed Not From Me, But Remained Like Ministering Angels To Cheer Me Through The Gloom. This Good Spirit Was From God, And To Him I Offer Thanksgiving And Praise.

Instead Of The Bright, Blue Sky Of America, I Am Covered With The Soft, Grey Fog Of The Emerald Isle. I Breathe, And Lo! The Chattel Becomes A Man.

The Constitution Is A Glorious Liberty Document. Read Its Preamble, Consider It Purposes. Is Slavery Among Them? Is It At The Gateway? Or Is It In The Temple? It Is Neither.

Educate Your Sons And Daughters, Send Them To School, And Show Them That Beside The Cartridge Box, The Ballot Box, And The Jury Box, You Also Have The Knowledge Box.

I Was Broken In Body, Soul, And Spirit. My Natural Elasticity Was Crushed, My Intellect Languished, The Disposition To Read Departed, The Cheerful Spark That Lingered About My Eye Died; The Dark Night Of Slavery Closed In Upon Me; And Behold A Man Transformed Into A Brute!