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Harriet Ann Jacobs
American
Writer
About the author
When they told me my new-born babe was a girl, my heart was heavier than it had ever been before. Slavery is terrible for men; but it is far more terrible for women.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Heart
#Women
#Slavery
Southern women often marry a man knowing that he is the father of many little slaves. They do not trouble themselves about it.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Trouble
#Man
#Women
#Father
The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Nature
#Soul
#Spring
The secrets of slavery are concealed like those of the Inquisition.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Slavery
#Secrets
The slave girl is reared in an atmosphere of licentiousness and fear.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Fear
There is a great difference between Christianity and religion at the south. If a man goes to the communion table, and pays money into the treasury of the church, no matter if it be the price of blood, he is called religious.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Christianity
#Man
#Money
#Religion
#Difference
#Church
#Religious
#Blood
There is something akin to freedom in having a lover who has no control over you, except that which he gains by kindness and attachment.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Freedom
#Control
#Kindness
When I was nearly twelve years old, my kind mistress sickened and died.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Years
#Old
When my babe was born, they said it was premature. It weighed only four pounds; but God let it live.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#God
Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Life
#Years
#Sorrow
#Sin
#Slavery
#Dawn
#Shadows
No pen can give an adequate description of the all-pervading corruption produced by slavery.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Pen
#Slavery
#Corruption
When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was a slave.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Talk
#Time
#Years
#Old
#First
#Mother
Always it gave me a pang that my children had no lawful claim to a name.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Children
#Name
If a slave is unwilling to go with his new master, he is whipped, or locked up in jail, until he consents to go, and promises not to run away during the year.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Promises
I would rather drudge out my life on a cotton plantation, till the grave opened to give me rest, than to live with an unprincipled master and a jealous mistress.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Life
#Rest
#Grave
For years, my master had done his utmost to pollute my mind with foul images, and to destroy the pure principles inculcated by my grandmother, and the good mistress of my childhood.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Years
#Mind
#Principles
#Childhood
If you want to be fully convinced of the abominations of slavery, go on a southern plantation, and call yourself a negro trader. Then there will be no concealment; and you will see and hear things that will seem to you impossible among human beings with immortal souls.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Want
#Will
#Slavery
DURING the first years of my service in Dr. Flint's family, I was accustomed to share some indulgences with the children of my mistress.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Children
#Years
#Family
#First
#Service
Dr. Flint had sworn that he would make me suffer, to my last day, for this new crime against him, as he called it; and as long as he had me in his power he kept his word.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Day
#Crime
#Power
#Word
Death is better than slavery.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Death
#Slavery
Cruelty is contagious in uncivilized communities.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Cruelty
But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning; and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Children
#Day
#May
#Mother
#New year
But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was, I could not remain ignorant of their import.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Now
#Life
#Words
#Whisper
I WAS born a slave; but I never knew it till six years of happy childhood had passed away.
Harriet Ann Jacobs,
American
Writer
#Years
#Childhood