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There is something akin to freedom in having a lover who has no control over you, except that which he gains by kindness and attachment.
— Harriet Ann Jacobs
nanny, writer, autobiographer
1812 – 1897
There is something akin to freedom in having a lover who has no control over you, except that which he gains by kindness and attachment.
But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning; and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns.
Always it gave me a pang that my children had no lawful claim to a name.
Always it gave me a pang that my children had no lawful claim to a name.
I would rather drudge out my life on a cotton plantation, till the grave opened to give me rest, than to live with an unprincipled master and a jealous mistress.
