I have to devise ways to subdivide work and give each a share.

My husband carried it so far that he had one boy to black boots and another shoes, and these two 'bureaus' were kept separate." "Oh," said I, "what a curse slavery is to you!" "As to that," said she, "it is the negroes who are a curse, not their slavery.

So long as they are on the same soil with us, the subordination which slavery establishes makes it the least of two evils.

If there is any curse in the case, it is the blacks themselves, not their slavery.
Were it not for their enslavement to us, we should hate them and drive them away, like Indiana and Illinois and Oregon and Kansas.

Now we cherish them, and their interests are ours.
"Two distinct races," said she, "never have been able to live together unless one was subordinate and dependent.