• Vncredleader
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    From William Lloyd Garrison's first issue of The Liberator

    I am aware, that many object to the severity of my language; but is there not cause for severity? I will be as harsh as truth, and as uncompromising as justice. On this subject, I do not wish to think, or speak, or write, with moderation. No! no! Tell a man whose house is on fire, to give a moderate alarm; tell him to moderately rescue his wife from the hand of the ravisher; tell the mother to gradually extricate her babe from the fire into which it has fallen; -- but urge me not to use moderation in a cause like the present. I am in earnest -- I will not equivocate -- I will not excuse -- I will not retreat a single inch -- AND I WILL BE HEARD. The apathy of the people is enough to make every statue leap from its pedestal, and to hasten the resurrection of the dead.

    It is pretended, that I am re (word was removed) tarding the cause of emancipation by the coarseness of my invective, and the precipitancy of my measures. The charge is not true. On this question my influence, -- humble as it is, -- is felt at this moment to a considerable extent, and shall be felt in coming years -- not perniciously, but beneficially -- not as a curse, but as a blessing; and posterity will bear testimony that I was right. I desire to thank God, that he enables me to disregard "the fear of man which bringeth a snare," and to speak his truth in its simplicity and power. And here I close with this fresh dedication:

    Oppression! I have seen thee, face to face,

    And met thy cruel eye and cloudy brow;

    But thy soul-withering glance I fear not now --

    For dread to prouder feelings doth give place

    Of deep abhorrence! Scorning the disgrace

    Of slavish knees that at thy footstool bow,

    I also kneel -- but with far other vow

    Do hail thee and thy hord of hirelings base: --

    I swear, while life-blood warms my throbbing veins,

    Still to oppose and thwart, with heart and hand,

    Thy brutalising sway -- till Afric's chains

    Are burst, and Freedom rules the rescued land, --

    Trampling Oppression and his iron rod:

    Such is the vow I take -- SO HELP ME GOD!