The secrets of slavery are concealed like those of the Inquisition. Harriet Ann Jacobs concealinquisitionsecret Change image and share on social
When my babe was born, they said it was premature. It weighed only four pounds; but God let it live. Harriet Ann Jacobs babebeargod Change image and share on social
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 bringdarkendawn Change image and share on social
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 babebeargirl 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
No pen can give an adequate description of the all-pervading corruption produced by slavery. Harriet Ann Jacobs adequatecorruptiondescription Change image and share on social
When I was nearly twelve years old, my kind mistress sickened and died. Harriet Ann Jacobs diekindmistress Change image and share on social
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 accustomchildfamily Change image and share on social
