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Find Out Just What Any People Will Quietly Submit To And You Have Found Out The Exact Measure Of Injustice And Wrong Which Will Be Imposed Upon Them, And These Will Continue Till They Are Resisted With Either Words Or Blows, Or With Both.

Let Us Render The Tyrant No Aid; Let Us Not Hold The Light By Which He Can Trace The Footprints Of Our Flying Brother.

The Silver Trump Of Freedom Roused In My Soul Eternal Wakefulness.

I Have Often Sung To Drown My Sorrow, But Seldom To Express My Happiness. Crying For Joy, And Singing For Joy, Were Alike Uncommon To Me While In The Jaws Of Slavery. The Singing Of A Man Cast Away Upon A Desolate Island Might Be As Appropriately Considered As Evidence Of Contentment And Happiness, As The Singing Of A Slave; The Songs Of The One And Of The Other Are Prompted By The Same Emotion.

What I Ask For The Negro Is Not Benevolence, Not Pity, Not Sympathy, But Simply Justice. ... All I Ask Is, Give Him A Chance To Stand On His Own Legs! Let Him Alone! ... Your Interference Is Doing Him Positive Injury.