“IN THINKING OF AMERICA, I SOMETIMES FIND MYSELF ADMIRING HER BRIGHT BLUE SKY-HER GRAND OLD WOODS-HER FERTILE FIELDS-HER BEAUTIFUL RIVERS-HER MIGHTY LAKES AND STAR-CROWNED MOUNTAINS. BUT MY RAPTURE IS SOON CHECKED WHEN I REMEMBER THAT ALL IS CURSED WITH THE INFERNAL SPIRIT OF SLAVE-HOLDING AND WRONG;; WHEN I REMEMBER THAT WITH THE WATERS OF HER NOBLEST RIVERS, THE TEARS OF MY BRETHREN ARE BORNE TO THE OCEAN, DISREGARDED AND FORGOTTEN; THAT HER MOST FERTILE FIELDS DRINK DAILY OF THE WARM BLOOD OF MY OUTRAGED SISTERS, I AM FILLED WITH UNUTTERABLE LOATHING.” - FREDERICK DOUGLASS
