| Frederick 
                            Douglass gave this speech on July 5, 1852 at an event 
                            commemorating the signing of the Declaration of Independence, 
                            held at Corinthian Hall in Rochester, New York. 
                           Fellow 
                            Citizens, I am not wanting in respect for the fathers 
                            of this republic. The signers of the Declaration of 
                            Independence were brave men. They were great men, 
                            too great enough to give frame to a great age. It 
                            does not often happen to a nation to raise, at one 
                            time, such a number of truly great men. The point 
                            from which I am compelled to view them is not, certainly, 
                            the most favorable; and yet I cannot contemplate their 
                            great deeds with less than admiration. They were statesmen, 
                            patriots and heroes, and for the good they did, and 
                            the principles they contended for, I will unite with 
                            you to honor their memory.... ...Fellow-citizens, 
                            pardon me, allow me to ask, why am I called upon to 
                            speak here to-day? What have I, or those I represent, 
                            to do with your national independence? Are the great 
                            principles of political freedom and of natural justice, 
                            embodied in that Declaration of Independence, extended 
                            to us? and am I, therefore, called upon to bring our 
                            humble offering to the national altar, and to confess 
                            the benefits and express devout gratitude for the 
                            blessings resulting from your independence to us? Would 
                            to God, both for your sakes and ours, that an affirmative 
                            answer could be truthfully returned to these questions! 
                            Then would my task be light, and my burden easy and 
                            delightful. For who is there so cold, that a nation's 
                            sympathy could not warm him? Who so obdurate and dead 
                            to the claims of gratitude, that would not thankfully 
                            acknowledge such priceless benefits? Who so stolid 
                            and selfish, that would not give his voice to swell 
                            the hallelujahs of a nation's jubilee, when the chains 
                            of servitude had been torn from his limbs? I am not 
                            that man. In a case like that, the dumb might eloquently 
                            speak, and the "lame man leap as an hart." The blessings in which you, 
                            this day, rejoice, are not enjoyed in common. The 
                            rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity and 
                            independence, bequeathed by your fathers, is shared 
                            by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought light 
                            and healing to you, has brought stripes and death 
                            to me. This Fourth July is yours, not mine. You may 
                            rejoice, I must mourn. But 
                            such is not the state of the case. I say it with a 
                            sad sense of the disparity between us. I am not included 
                            within the pale of glorious anniversary! Your high 
                            independence only reveals the immeasurable distance 
                            between us. The blessings in which you, this day, 
                            rejoice, are not enjoyed in common. The rich inheritance 
                            of justice, liberty, prosperity and independence, 
                            bequeathed by your fathers, is shared by you, not 
                            by me. The sunlight that brought light and healing 
                            to you, has brought stripes and death to me. This 
                            Fourth July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I 
                            must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand 
                            illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to 
                            join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and 
                            sacrilegious irony. Do you mean, citizens, to mock 
                            me, by asking me to speak to-day? If so, there is 
                            a parallel to your conduct. And let me warn you that 
                            it is dangerous to copy the example of a nation whose 
                            crimes, towering up to heaven, were thrown down by 
                            the breath of the Almighty, burying that nation in 
                            irrevocable ruin! I can to-day take up the plaintive 
                            lament of a peeled and woe-smitten people! "By 
                            the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yea! we 
                            wept when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps 
                            upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there, 
                            they that carried us away captive, required of us 
                            a song; and they who wasted us required of us mirth, 
                            saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How can 
                            we sing the Lord's song in a strange land? If I forget 
                            thee, 0 Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. 
                            If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to 
                            the roof of my mouth." Fellow-citizens, 
                            above your national, tumultuous joy, I hear the mournful 
                            wail of millions! whose chains, heavy and grievous 
                            yesterday, are, to-day, rendered more intolerable 
                            by the jubilee shouts that reach them. If I do forget, 
                            if I do not faithfully remember those bleeding children 
                            of sorrow this day, "may my right hand forget 
                            her cunning, and may my tongue cleave to the roof 
                            of my mouth!" To forget them, to pass lightly 
                            over their wrongs, and to chime in with the popular 
                            theme, would be treason most scandalous and shocking, 
                            and would make me a reproach before God and the world. 
                            My subject, then, fellow-citizens, is American slavery. 
                            I shall see this day and its popular characteristics 
                            from the slave's point of view. Standing there identified 
                            with the American bondman, making his wrongs mine, 
                            I do not hesitate to declare, with all my soul, that 
                            the character and conduct of this nation never looked 
                            blacker to me than on this 4th of July! Whether we 
                            turn to the declarations of the past, or to the professions 
                            of the present, the conduct of the nation seems equally 
                            hideous and revolting. America is false to the past, 
                            false to the present, and solemnly binds herself to 
                            be false to the future. Standing with God and the 
                            crushed and bleeding slave on this occasion, I will, 
                            in the name of humanity which is outraged, in the 
                            name of liberty which is fettered, in the name of 
                            the constitution and the Bible which are disregarded 
                            and trampled upon, dare to call in question and to 
                            denounce, with all the emphasis I can command, everything 
                            that serves to perpetuate slavery Ñ the great sin 
                            and shame of America! "I will not equivocate; 
                            I will not excuse"; I will use the severest language 
                            I can command; and yet not one word shall escape me 
                            that any man, whose judgment is not blinded by prejudice, 
                            or who is not at heart a slaveholder, shall not confess 
                            to be right and just. Are the great principles of 
                            political freedom and of natural justice, embodied 
                            in that Declaration of Independence, extended to us? But 
                            I fancy I hear some one of my audience say, "It 
                            is just in this circumstance that you and your brother 
                            abolitionists fail to make a favorable impression 
                            on the public mind. Would you argue more, an denounce 
                            less; would you persuade more, and rebuke less; your 
                            cause would be much more likely to succeed." 
                            But, I submit, where all is plain there is nothing 
                            to be argued. What point in the anti-slavery creed 
                            would you have me argue? On what branch of the subject 
                            do the people of this country need light? Must I undertake 
                            to prove that the slave is a man? That point is conceded 
                            already. Nobody doubts it. The slaveholders themselves 
                            acknowledge it in the enactment of laws for their 
                            government. They acknowledge it when they punish disobedience 
                            on the part of the slave. There are seventy-two crimes 
                            in the State of Virginia which, if committed by a 
                            black man (no matter how ignorant he be), subject 
                            him to the punishment of death; while only two of 
                            the same crimes will subject a white man to the like 
                            punishment. What is this but the acknowledgment that 
                            the slave is a moral, intellectual, and responsible 
                            being? The manhood of the slave is conceded. It is 
                            admitted in the fact that Southern statute books are 
                            covered with enactments forbidding, under severe fines 
                            and penalties, the teaching of the slave to read or 
                            to write. When you can point to any such laws in reference 
                            to the beasts of the field, then I may consent to 
                            argue the manhood of the slave. When the dogs in your 
                            streets, when the fowls of the air, when the cattle 
                            on your hills, when the fish of the sea, and the reptiles 
                            that crawl, shall be unable to distinguish the slave 
                            from a brute, then will I argue with you that the 
                            slave is a man! For 
                            the present, it is enough to affirm the equal manhood 
                            of the Negro race. Is it not astonishing that, while 
                            we are ploughing, planting, and reaping, using all 
                            kinds of mechanical tools, erecting houses, constructing 
                            bridges, building ships, working in metals of brass, 
                            iron, copper, silver and gold; that, while we are 
                            reading, writing and ciphering, acting as clerks, 
                            merchants and secretaries, having among us lawyers, 
                            doctors, ministers, poets, authors, editors, orators 
                            and teachers; that, while we are engaged in all manner 
                            of enterprises common to other men, digging gold in 
                            California, capturing the whale in the Pacific, feeding 
                            sheep and cattle on the hill-side, living, moving, 
                            acting, thinking, planning, living in families as 
                            husbands, wives and children, and, above all, confessing 
                            and worshipping the Christian's God, and looking hopefully 
                            for life and immortality beyond the grave, we are 
                            called upon to prove that we are men! Would 
                            you have me argue that man is entitled to liberty? 
                            that he is the rightful owner of his own body? You 
                            have already declared it. Must I argue the wrongfulness 
                            of slavery? Is that a question for Republicans? Is 
                            it to be settled by the rules of logic and argumentation, 
                            as a matter beset with great difficulty, involving 
                            a doubtful application of the principle of justice, 
                            hard to be understood? How should I look to-day, in 
                            the presence of Americans, dividing, and subdividing 
                            a discourse, to show that men have a natural right 
                            to freedom? speaking of it relatively and positively, 
                            negatively and affirmatively. To do so, would be to 
                            make myself ridiculous, and to offer an insult to 
                            your understanding. There is not a man beneath the 
                            canopy of heaven that does not know that slavery is 
                            wrong for him. 
                             
                              |  |  |  What, 
                            am I to argue that it is wrong to make men brutes, 
                            to rob them of their liberty, to work them without 
                            wages, to keep them ignorant of their relations to 
                            their fellow men, to beat them with sticks, to flay 
                            their flesh with the lash, to load their limbs with 
                            irons, to hunt them with dogs, to sell them at auction, 
                            to sunder their families, to knock out their teeth, 
                            to burn their flesh, to starve them into obedience 
                            and submission to their masters? Must I argue that 
                            a system thus marked with blood, and stained with 
                            pollution, is wrong? No! I will not. I have better 
                            employment for my time and strength than such arguments 
                            would imply. What, 
                            then, remains to be argued? Is it that slavery is 
                            not divine; that God did not establish it; that our 
                            doctors of divinity are mistaken? There is blasphemy 
                            in the thought. That which is inhuman, cannot be divine! 
                            Who can reason on such a proposition? They that can, 
                            may; I cannot. The time for such argument is passed. At 
                            a time like this, scorching irony, not convincing 
                            argument, is needed. O! had I the ability, and could 
                            reach the nation's ear, I would, to-day, pour out 
                            a fiery stream of biting ridicule, blasting reproach, 
                            withering sarcasm, and stern rebuke. For it is not 
                            light that is needed, but fire; it is not the gentle 
                            shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, 
                            and the earthquake. The feeling of the nation must 
                            be quickened; the conscience of the nation must be 
                            roused; the propriety of the nation must be startled; 
                            the hypocrisy of the nation must be exposed; and its 
                            crimes against God and man must be proclaimed and 
                            denounced. I do not hesitate to declare, 
                            with all my soul, that the character and conduct of 
                            this nation never looked blacker to me than on this 
                            4th of July!  What, 
                            to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer; 
                            a day that reveals to him, more than all other days 
                            in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which 
                            he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration 
                            is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; 
                            your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds 
                            of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation 
                            of tyrants, brass fronted impudence; your shouts of 
                            liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers 
                            and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all 
                            your religious parade and solemnity, are, to Him, 
                            mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy 
                            -- a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace 
                            a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the 
                            earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody 
                            than are the people of the United States, at this 
                            very hour. Go 
                            where you may, search where you will, roam through 
                            all the monarchies and despotisms of the Old World, 
                            travel through South America, search out every abuse, 
                            and when you have found the last, lay your facts by 
                            the side of the everyday practices of this nation, 
                            and you will say with me, that, for revolting barbarity 
                            and shameless hypocrisy, America reigns without a 
                            rival....  
                            ...Allow me to say, in conclusion, notwithstanding 
                            the dark picture I have this day presented, of the 
                            state of the nation, I do not despair of this country. 
                            There are forces in operation which must inevitably 
                            work the downfall of slavery. "The arm of the 
                            Lord is not shortened," and the doom of slavery 
                            is certain. I, therefore, leave off where I began, 
                            with hope. While drawing encouragement from "the 
                            Declaration of Independence," the great principles 
                            it contains, and the genius of American Institutions, 
                            my spirit is also cheered by the obvious tendencies 
                            of the age. Nations do not now stand in the same relation 
                            to each other that they did ages ago. No nation can 
                            now shut itself up from the surrounding world and 
                            trot round in the same old path of its fathers without 
                            interference. The time was when such could be done. 
                            Long established customs of hurtful character could 
                            formerly fence themselves in, and do their evil work 
                            with social impunity. Knowledge was then confined 
                            and enjoyed by the privileged few, and the multitude 
                            walked on in mental darkness. But a change has now 
                            come over the affairs of mankind. Walled cities and 
                            empires have become unfashionable. The arm of commerce 
                            has borne away the gates of the strong city. Intelligence 
                            is penetrating the darkest corners of the globe. It 
                            makes its pathway over and under the sea, as well 
                            as on the earth. Wind, steam, and lightning are its 
                            chartered agents. Oceans no longer divide, but link 
                            nations together. From Boston to London is now a holiday 
                            excursion. Space is comparatively annihilated. -- 
                            Thoughts expressed on one side of the Atlantic are 
                            distinctly heard on the other. The 
                            far off and almost fabulous Pacific rolls in grandeur 
                            at our feet. The Celestial Empire, the mystery of 
                            ages, is being solved. The fiat of the Almighty, "Let 
                            there be Light," has not yet spent its force. 
                            No abuse, no outrage whether in taste, sport or avarice, 
                            can now hide itself from the all-pervading light. 
                            The iron shoe, and crippled foot of China must be 
                            seen in contrast with nature. Africa must rise and 
                            put on her yet unwoven garment. 'Ethiopia, shall, 
                            stretch. out her hand unto God." In the fervent 
                            aspirations of William Lloyd Garrison, I say, and 
                            let every heart join in saying it: God 
                            speed the year of jubileeThe wide world o'er!
 When from their galling chains set free,
 Th' oppress'd shall vilely bend the knee,
 And wear the yoke of tyranny
 Like brutes no more.
 That year will come, and freedom's reign,
 To man his plundered rights again
 Restore.
 God 
                            speed the day when human bloodShall cease to flow!
 In every clime be understood,
 The claims of human brotherhood,
 And each return for evil, good,
 Not blow for blow;
 That day will come all feuds to end,
 And change into a faithful friend
 Each foe.
 God 
                            speed the hour, the glorious hour,When none on earth
 Shall exercise a lordly power,
 Nor in a tyrant's presence cower;
 But to all manhood's stature tower,
 By equal birth!
 That hour will come, to each, to all,
 And from his Prison-house, to thrall
 Go forth.
 Until 
                            that year, day, hour, arrive,With head, and heart, and hand I'll strive,
 To break the rod, and rend the gyve,
 The spoiler of his prey deprive --
 So witness Heaven!
 And never from my chosen post,
 Whate'er the peril or the cost,
 Be driven.
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