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Harriet Jacobs, Exce
Incidents in the Life of a Slave Gir
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My prayers were not answered. She died, and they bur ied her in the little churchyard, where, day after day, my tears fell upon her grave. | 3/18 power of sentimentality |
But, alas! we all know that the memory of a faithful slave does not avail much to save her children from the auction block. | 3/18 moment of horror brought up quickly and sense of false hope - no matter how kind, still a slave |
“If he is a puppy I am a puppy, for we are both of the negro race. It is right and honorable for us to love each other. The man you call a puppy never insulted me, sir; and he would not love me if he did not believe me to be a virtuous woman.” | 3/18 virtue is extremely important to white women because of motherhood and wife |
Are you mad? If you are, I will soon bring you to your senses. Do you think any other master would bear what I have borne from you this morning? Many masters would have killed you on the spot. How would you like to be sent to jail for your insolence? | 3/18 fake kindness to her by comparing his treatment to other slavemasters -predatory male -even-tempered responses to him -her intelligence is disarming to him |
was born a slave; but I never knew it till six years of happy childhood had passed away. | Linda’s nostalgia for her childhood and comfort that she derives from her childhood home contrasts with the lack of protection it actually affords her, thus setting up a tension between the value of family life and the threats posed to it by slavery. |
The reader probably knows that no promise or writing given to a slave is legally binding; for, according to Southern laws, a slave, being property, can hold no property. When my grandmother lent her hard earnings to her mis tress, she trusted solely to | These misfortunes will help convince Linda that it’s useless to live by the “rules” of slavery, and imperative to escape it altogether. |
When I was nearly twelve years old, my kind mistress sickened and died. As I saw the cheek grow paler, and the eye more glassy, how earnestly I prayed in my heart that she might live! I loved her; for she had been almost like a mother to me. | Grandmother’s “faithful” service, which doesn’t prevent her owners from selling her children. She argues that even an apparently peaceful coexistence between slaveholders and slaves is just a veneer concealing an inevitably exploitative relationship. |
After a brief period of suspense, the will of my mistress was read, and we learned that she had bequeathed me to her sister’s daughter, a child of Sve years old. So vanished our hopes. | Biblical quotations to point out the hypocrisy of slaveholders who claim to be Christians. This helps her appeal to a highly religious audience and refute the argument, promoted by pro-slavery advocates |
As a child, I loved my mistress; and, looking back on the happy days I spent with her, I try to think with less bitterness of this act of injustice. While I was with her, she taught me to read and spell; and for this privilege, which so rarely falls to | Linda asserts that even if they don’t actively participate in slavery, Northerners make themselves complicit by tacitly condoning it. |
“I have half a mind to kill you on the spot.” At last he broke the silence, and that was a relief to both of us. “So you want to be married, do you?” said he, “and to a free nigger.” “Yes, sir.” “Well, I’ll soon convince you whether I am your master, | Dr. Flint tries to convince Linda that she’s being unchaste by refusing his advances, even though she’s trying to create a respectable life and marriage for herself |
I could have had a home shielded by the laws; and I should have been spared the painful task of confessing what I am now about to relate; but all my pros pects had been blighted by slavery. I wanted to keep myself pure; and, under the most adverse circu | While Linda criticizes herself, she also makes clear that her actions were predicated by the conditions of slavery and her sexual vulnerability within the system. |
I went to my grandmother. My lips moved to make confession, but the words stuck in my throat. I sat down in the shade of a tree at her door and began to sew. I think she saw something unusual was the matter with me. The mother of slaves is very watchfu | Although Linda is always respectful and loyal towards Grandmother, she will eventually depart from her strict views on sexuality, coming to a more nuanced and tolerant understanding of her own actions. |