Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave Book download in PDF, ePub & Mobi
by Frederick Douglass
Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave is a memoir written by former slave Frederick Douglass during his stay in Lynn, Massachusetts and published in 1845. It is the best-known work published by former slaves at that time and it is considered one of the most influential literary pieces to drive the abolitionist movement.
This book is a treatise on abolition and tells of Frederick Douglas's life as a slave and how he wishes to become a free man. It is introduced by two white abolitionists: a preface by William Lloyd Garrison and a letter by Wendell Phillips, where the veracity of the story and the literacy of its author are corroborated.
Frederick Douglas shows us the suffering of a man born a slave and his path to liberation. We are, therefore, before a story of self-improvement and hope. A must-read for understanding American history, this book is one of the most moving memoirs ever written.
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About Frederick Douglass
Frederick Douglass was an African-American social reformer, abolitionist, orator, writer, and statesman. After escaping from slavery in Maryland, h...
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Slaves sing most when they are most unhappy. The songs of the slave represent the sorrows of his heart; and he is relieved by them, only as an aching heart is relieved by its tears.
I remember the first time I ever witnessed this horrible exhibition. I was quite a child, but I well remember it. I never shall forget it whilst I remember any thing. It was the first of a long series of such outrages, of which I was doomed to be a witness and a participant. It struck me with awful force. It was the blood-stained gate, the entrance to the hell of slavery, through which I was about to pass. It was a most terrible spectacle. I wish I could commit to paper the feelings with which I beheld it.
Never having enjoyed, to any considerable extent, her soothing presence, her tender and watchful care, I received the tidings of [my mother’s] death with much the same emotions I should have probably felt at the death of a stranger.
For of all slaveholders with whom I have ever met, religious slaveholders are the worst. I have ever found them the meanest and basest, the most cruel and cowardly, of all others.
