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There Are No Bonds So Strong As Those Which Are Formed By Suffering Together

-Harriet Ann Jacobs

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There Are No Bonds

Harriet Ann Jacobs

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There Are No Bonds So Strong As Those Which Are Formed By Suffering Together

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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.

There Are Wrongs Which Even The Grave Does Not Bury.

Death Is Better Than Slavery.

The Beautiful Spring Came; And When Nature Resumes Her Loveliness, The Human Soul Is Apt To Revive Also.

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.

No Pen Can Give An Adequate Description Of The All-pervading Corruption Produced By Slavery.

The Slave Child Had No Thought For The Morrow; But There Came That Blight, Which Too Surely Waits On Every Human Being Born To Be A Chattel.

Southern Women Often Marry A Man Knowing That He Is The Father Of Many Little Slaves. They Do Not Trouble Themselves About It.

The Degradation, The Wrongs, The Vices, That Grow Out Of Slavery, Are More Than I Can Describe. They Are Greater Than You Would Willingly Believe.

The War Of My Life Had Begun; And Though One Of God's Most Powerless Creatures, I Resolved Never To Be Conquered.

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.

I Was Born A Slave; But I Never Knew It Till Six Years Of Happy Childhood Had Passed Away

There Are No Bonds So Strong As Those Which Are Formed By Suffering Together

Hot Weather Brings Out Snakes And Slaveholders, And I Like One Class Of The Venomous Creatures As Little As I Do The Other.

Lives That Flash In Sunshine, And Lives That Are Born In Tears, Receive Their Hue From Circumstances.

I Can Testify, From My Own Experience And Observation, That Slavery Is A Curse To The Whites As Well As To The Blacks. It Makes The White Fathers Cruel And Sensual; The Sons Violent And Licentious; It Contaminates The Daughters, And Makes The Wives Wretched. And As For The Colored Race, It Needs An Abler Pen Than Mine To Describe The Extremity Of Their Sufferings, The Depth Of Their Degradation.

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

When I Was Nearly Twelve Years Old, My Kind Mistress Sickened And Died.

When My Babe Was Born, They Said It Was Premature. It Weighed Only Four Pounds; But God Let It Live.

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.

Notwithstanding My Grandmother's Long And Faithful Service To Her Owners, Not One Of Her Children Escaped The Auction Block. These God-breathing Machines Are No More, In The Sight Of Their Masters, Than The Cotton They Plant, Or The Horses They Tend.

Always It Gave Me A Pang That My Children Had No Lawful Claim To A Name.

There Must Be Sophistry In All This; But The Condition Of A Slave Confuses All Principles Of Morality, And, In Fact, Renders The Practice Of Them Impossible.

My Master Had Power And Law On His Side; I Had A Determined Will. There Is Might In Each.

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.

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

I Was Ordered To Go For Flowers, That My Mistress's House Might Be Decorated For An Evening Party. I Spent The Day Gathering Flowers And Weaving Them Into Festoons, While The Dead Body Of My Father Was Lying Within A Mile Of Me. What Cared My Owners For That? He Was Merely A Piece Of Property. Moreover, They Thought He Had Spoiled His Children, By Teaching Them To Feel That They Were Human Beings. This Was Blasphemous Doctrine For A Slave To Teach; Presumptuous In Him, And Dangerous To The Masters.

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.

Cruelty Is Contagious In Uncivilized Communities.

The Slave Girl Is Reared In An Atmosphere Of Licentiousness And Fear.

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

Could You Have Seen That Mother Clinging To Her Child, When They Fastened The Irons Upon His Wrists; Could You Have Heard Her Heart-rending Groans, And Seen Her Bloodshot Eyes Wander Wildly From Face To Face, Vainly Pleading For Mercy; Could You Have Witnessed That Scene As I Saw It, You Would Exclaim, Slavery Is Damnable!

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

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.

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