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 dielearnmother Change image and share on social
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 childhooddestroyfoul Change image and share on social
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 cabinchildcold share on social
The slave girl is reared in an atmosphere of licentiousness and fear. Harriet Ann Jacobs atmospherefeargirl Change image and share on social
