Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl

There are wrongs which even the grave does not bury.

they called a colored man a citizen! Strange words to be uttered in that region!

I told him that every body was not cross, or unhappy; that those who had pleasant homes, and kind friends, and who were not afraid to love them, were happy. But we, who were slave-children, without father or mother, could not expect to be happy. We must be good; perhaps that would bring us contentment.