The war of my life had begun; and though one of God's most powerless creatures, I resolved never to be conquered.
Harriet Ann JacobsRead
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.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on coercion and the loss of freedom experienced by those who are enslaved.
Harriet Ann Jacobs highlights the harsh realities of slavery, depicting a scenario where a slave's choice is stripped away, forcing compliance through physical punishment or imprisonment. This underscores the inhumanity of the institution of slavery, illustrating how it dehumanizes individuals and limits their autonomy, as they are coerced into obedience under threat of violence or confinement.
In practice
This quote can be used in discussions about historical injustices and the ongoing fight for freedom and rights.
The war of my life had begun; and though one of God's most powerless creatures, I resolved never to be conquered.
No pen can give an adequate description of the all-pervading corruption produced by slavery.
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
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.
Southern women often marry a man knowing that he is the father of many little slaves. They do not trouble themselves about it.
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.
The United States does not have a monopoly on crazy people. It's not the only country that has psychosis. And yet we kill each other in these mass shootings at rates that are exponentially higher than anyone else. Well, what's the difference? The difference is that these guys can stack up a bunch of ammunition in their houses, and that's sort of par for the course.
How can He be perfect? Everything He ever makes...dies.
What concerns me is that man, unable to articulate, to express himself adequately, reverts to action. Since the vocabulary of action is limited, as it were, to his body, he is bound to act violently, extending his vocabulary with a weapon where there should have been an adjective.
All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.
The truth is, our civilization is not Christian; it is a tragic compound of great ideal and fearful practice, of loving charity and fearful clutching of possessions.
There is no Master but the Master,” he said, “and QT-1 is his prophet.
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