Elizabeth Keckley,
Behind the Scenes (Keckley) — Chapter 2
(1868)
“ With steady hand and practised eye he would raise the instrument of torture, nerve himself for a blow, and with fearful force the rawhide descended upon the quivering flesh. It cut the skin, raised great welts, and the warm blood trickled down my back. Oh God! I can feel the torture now—the terrible, excruciating agony of those moments I did not scream ”
Elizabeth Keckley,
Behind the Scenes (Keckley) — Chapter 2
(1868)
“ The savage efforts to subdue my pride were not the only things that brought me suffering and deep mortification during my residence at Hillsboro'. I was regarded as fair-looking for one of my race, and for four years a white man—I spare the world his name—had base designs upon me. I do not care to dwell upon this subject, for it is one that is fraught with pain. ”
Elizabeth Keckley,
Behind the Scenes (Keckley) — Chapter 2
(1868)
“ I have often wished that I lived where I knew I never could see you, for then I would not have my hopes raised, and to be disappointed in this manner; however, it is said that a had beginning makes a good ending, but I hardly expect to see that happy day at this place. Give my love to all the family, both white and black. ”
