'This struggle may be a moral one, or it may be a physical one, and it may be both moral and physical, but it must be a struggle.

They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters.' Those who profess to favor freedom and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground, they want rain without thunder and lightening. If there is no struggle there is no progress. The conflict has been exciting, agitating, all-absorbing, and for the time being, putting all other tumults to silence. The whole history of the progress of human liberty shows that all concessions yet made to her august claims, have been born of earnest struggle. “Let me give you a word of the philosophy of reform. Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass

Here we have religion and robbery the allies of each other-devils dressed in angels’ robes, and hell presenting the semblance of paradise.” The dealer gives his blood-stained gold to support the pulpit, and the pulpit, in return, covers his infernal business with the garb of Christianity. The dealers in the bodies of men erect their stand in the presence of the pulpit, and they mutually help each other. The clanking of fetters and the rattling of chains in the prison, and the pious psalm and solemn prayer in the church, may be heard at the same time.

The slave prison and the church stand near each other. Revivals of religion and revivals in the slave-trade go hand in hand together. The slave auctioneer’s bell and the church-going bell chime in with each other, and the bitter cries of the heart-broken slave are drowned in the religious shouts of his pious master. The man who wields the blood-clotted cowskin during the week fills the pulpit on Sunday, and claims to be a minister of the meek and lowly Jesus. We have men-stealers for ministers, women-whippers for missionaries, and cradle-plunderers for church members.

Never was there a clearer case of 'stealing the livery of the court of heaven to serve the devil in.' I am filled with unutterable loathing when I contemplate the religious pomp and show, together with the horrible inconsistencies, which every where surround me. I look upon it as the climax of all misnomers, the boldest of all frauds, and the grossest of all libels. “I therefore hate the corrupt, slaveholding, women-whipping, cradle-plundering, partial and hypocritical Christianity of the land.

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