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Writing with PowerMain MenuPrepare to Enter the Realm of Slavery and the Minds of Blacks in AmericaPowerful WritersMalcolm XEssentials of StorytellingAttention to Detail with W.E.B. DuBoisThe Abolitionists- Frederick DouglassWrite With POWERWorks CitedDJ Brookshire4d5563d6c0eb5766b8a41615ca488d7a96b7a301
Frederick Douglass
12016-11-21T11:49:55-08:00DJ Brookshire4d5563d6c0eb5766b8a41615ca488d7a96b7a301126224vismedia2016-11-22T16:39:14-08:00DJ Brookshire4d5563d6c0eb5766b8a41615ca488d7a96b7a301I have often been awakened at the dawn of day by the most heart-rending shrieks of an own aunt of mine, whom he used to tie up to a joist, and whip upon her naked back till she was literally covered with blood. No words, no tears, no prayers, from his gory victim, seemed to move his iron heart from its bloody purpose. The louder she screamed, the harder he whipped; and where the blood ran fastest, there he whipped longest. He would whip her to make her scream, and whip her to make her hush; and not until overcome by fatigue, would he cease to swing the blood-clotted cowskin. 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.