What to the Slave is the 4th of July.

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

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

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

Without a struggle, there can be no progress.

A little learning, indeed, may be a dangerous thing, but the want of learning is a calamity to any people.