I didn't know I was a slave until I found out I couldn't do the things I wanted.

What to the Slave is the 4th of July.

Fugitive slaves were rare then, and as a fugitive slave lecturer, I had the advantage of being the first one out.

I prayed for twenty years but received no answer until I prayed with my legs.

I could, as a free man, look across the bay toward the Eastern Shore where I was born a slave.

There is not a man beneath the canopy of Heaven who does not know that slavery is wrong for him.