Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl (Dover Thrift Editions: Black History)

Published in 1861, at the dawn of the American Civil War, when nearly one-sixth of the population of the United States was enslaved, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl is Harriet Jacobs' extraordinary journey from slavery to freedom. More than a personal memoir, it exposes the devastating reality of slavery and reveals how the institution destroyed not only the lives of those who were enslaved but also the moral fabric of the society that allowed it to exist. This book appeared on a suggested reading list while I was researching slavery in the American South for my next historical novel. Ms. Jacobs' twenty-seven-year ordeal and her hard-won journey to freedom should be required reading for every American history student. Her firsthand account lays bare the injustice, cruelty, and dehumanization endured by enslaved people. Taught to read and write as a child, Jacobs became an exceptional storyteller whose ability to bear witness to her own life is one of history's great gifts. Yet throughout her story, she remains remarkably courageous beyond words, patient, and resourceful. I especially admired her ability to think strategically, making impossible choices in her determination to save herself and her two children from the monstrous grip of slavery. Ms. Jacobs endured hardships that most people could scarcely imagine. Through emotional torment, physical suffering, and the heartbreak of watching the futures of friends and family stolen away, she never lost her capacity for love, compassion, or grace. She writes with deep gratitude for those who sheltered and protected her, including during the seven years she spent hidden in a tiny crawlspace above her grandmother's shed, willingly imprisoning herself so that she and her children might one day be free. Although this is a memoir, it reads with the momentum of a novel. Using the pseudonym "Linda Brent," Jacobs presents a compelling protagonist, a terrifying antagonist, and a series of escalating trials that make it difficult to put the book down. Each chapter leaves the reader wondering what new obstacle she will face—and whether she can possibly overcome it. With remarkable restraint and dignity, Jacobs also reveals the sexual exploitation that enslaved women routinely endured, exposing how the institution of slavery treated their bodies as property and their children as commodities. In doing so, she shows how slavery shattered not only the lives of the enslaved but also the marriages and families of those who enslaved them. Her voice remains remarkably intimate, eloquent, and powerful more than 160 years later. This is not an easy book to read, nor should it be. It is heartbreaking, inspiring, and profoundly important. Harriet Jacobs ensured that her voice—and the voices of countless enslaved women whose stories were never recorded—would not be forgotten. For that, every generation owes her our respect and attention.

Very early in her writing, Harriet Ann Jacob showed empathy for others like herself who suffered as slaves. Her reason for writing was to bring awareness of the plight of slaves in the hopes that one day slavery would be abolished. She underscores forcefully the incompatibility of the institution of slavery and Christianity. Jacob's book throws light on a different side of slavery. Her family, although slaves, lived in relative comfort compared with those who worked in the field. But this situation did not spare them from being treated as less than human. It did not shield them from witnessing extreme cruelty. For this reason Harriet was able to commiserate with her fellow slaves who worked in the field. It is why, after successfully fleeing to freedom, she was determined to work for the abolition of slavery. Throughout her memoir she makes a special plea for women. While she documents a panoramic view of slavery, her main focus has been the "...two millions of women at the South" suffering painfully under the bondage of slavery. Her effort then is an important historical work because it gives a voice to these voiceless female slaves. This voice is very much warranted because from a sociological and historical perspective the female slave’s experience differed in many ways from her male counterpart. Repeatedly, Jacob underscores this point with numerous anecdotes from her own experiences as well as from those of her contemporaries. She notes that the difference was not only in scope but also in the severity of treatment. She writes: "Slavery is terrible for men; but is far more terrible for women". This is an important observation which has much relevance for today and should inform how we approach social issues. Women, whether black or white, suffer the most from societal ills. It is clear that Ms. Jacob was a remarkable woman who,despite her terrible situation, was able to transcend her feelings of hate and desire for recriminations and write with a global passion and love for humanity. Obviously, she was highly introspective and was able to cull much timely wisdom from the depths of her soul to leave posterity a useful road map for solving social ills. This book goes beyond slavery, beyond race and beyond gender. Although, its content is about slavery, especially how it affected the female slave, yet it resonates in the generational attitudes and societal impediments affecting people of colour today. It provides a framework for examining social issues. It’s a framework that goes beyond colour. As Jacob points out: "...slavery is a curse to the whites as well as to the blacks." So, without rancour, without finger pointing, healing is for all and all solutions must embrace all. Further, there is something which Ms. Jacob brings to our attention. she asks, "who can measure the amount of Anglo-Saxon blood coursing in the veins of the American slaves?" The irony, as insinuated by Jacob, is that the African American is a descendent of both slave masters and slaves. Obama said, there is One U. S of A. In "Black Skin White Mask" Frantz Fanon inserts a paradox when he said that a man of color has no right to expect guilt from whites for enslaving his ancestors; a man of color has no right to claim reparation for slavery. This was the agonising paradox that Harriet Ann Jacob lived and what cemented her resolve to join the fight for the abolition of slavery with her memoir. It turned out to be a laudable effort towards reforming humanity. I think she would agree with Fanon when he said, "Man is a yes that vibrates to cosmic harmonies." In the interest of creating a New World this side of the globe, it’s important to embrace this vision. 'Incidents In The Life of A Slave Girl' is a book all should read to appropriate this vision for a better humanity.

"Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl" by Harriet Ann Jacobs is the autobiography of a slave struggling to build a life for herself and her children. Obviously, since this book was written in 1858, the era of the Fugitive Slave Act, and even though she was a free woman, she changed her name and the others in her book, to keep her identity hidden; that would have been necessary to keep herself and children safe from people who wouldn't have thought twice about murdering them to keep her silent. Reading the book, you'll get to know Harriet Jacobs as Linda Brent. She takes the reader into the antebellum South and shows the horrors of day to day life as a slave. Her grandmother was a well-respected free black woman who made baked goods for the white ladies of the small community, and Linda performed her slave labor in the home of a doctor and his family. She was never subjected to the horrific physical punishments so common at the time (which she discusses, and points out several cases of people she knows who are thus abused), but as a woman, what is more terrifying than the constant knowledge your "Master" could forever seperate you from your children and family? Or legally kill you and your children with no consequences? Linda declines marriage to a free black man she loves because any children would "follow the condition of the mother", and she also didn't want to put him through the torment of seeing her violated at the whim of Dr. Flint. Flint makes her life even more hellish when she refuses his sordid advances, more so after she has children by another man, until she decides she must escape. Imagine the inhumane ordeal she went through, hidden day and night in her grandmother's shed, in a space barely large enough for her to move in, for seven long years. Even after she fled north, her trouble was far from over. Ms. Jacob's autobiography is a historic record of her lifetime, one which should be read in classrooms to educate people, and to show how determination can cause lifechanging miracles. Her intellegence and cunning saved her from her hellish existence, and let her children breath freedom. I found myself totally caught up in the experience as I read Ms Jacobs' words, my eyes moving faster over the pages as I worried over what would happen next. I highly recommend reading this autobiography, for the historic detail as well as the heroic story of her life.

Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, by Harriet Ann Jacobs, is a first-hand account of the author's life as a slave in the early 1800's. It is also a thrilling story of Jacobs's incredible struggle to gain her freedom. The memoir begins in North Carolina when Jacobs is born into slavery in 1813, and takes her, as a young adult, to New York and Massachusetts. Using the pseudonym Linda Brent, Jacobs tells her harrowing story in a powerful voice that the reader cannot forget. What makes Jacobs's account unique is that she writes about the horrors of slavery from a female perspective, as a young woman and as a mother. Both of Jacob's parents were light-skinned mulatto slaves, and so was she. Jacobs was bright and articulate, and she had a strong, independent spirit. Although she writes that "human slaveholders" were "like angels' visits--few and far between," she did meet a few kind white people during her hard life. One of them, her first mistress, taught Jacobs to read and spell. That ability, which was forbidden to most slaves under penalty of severe punishment, gave Jacobs self-esteem and helped her to persevere in the face of horrible adversity. In Frederick Douglass's Narrative of his life as a slave, he also explains how learning to read and write gave him the hope and inspiration he needed to turn away from despair and reach for a better life. During the course of Jacobs's memoir, she gives birth to two children, a son and then a daughter. At the birth of her daughter, instead of being joyful, Jacobs writes, "When they told me my new-born babe was a girl, my heart was heavier than it had ever been before. Slavery is terrible for men; but it is far more terrible for women. Superadded to the burden common to all, they have wrongs, and sufferings, and mortifications peculiarly their own." The reader understands exactly what Jacobs means by that statement when Dr. Flint enters the story. Jacobs comes to live with Dr. Flint and his family when she is twelve years old and her mother has died. For many years after that time, Dr. Flint uses psychological torture, humiliation, and threats to coerce Jacobs into having a sexual relationship with him. Although Jacobs refuses to give in to Dr. Flint's sexual demands (and eventually has two children with another white man she knows to spite her cruel master), Dr. Flint never relents and does everything he can to make Jacobs's life miserable. Once Jacobs's children are born, Dr. Flint plays on her love for them to manipulate and frighten her into becoming his mistress, but again she rejects him. That is the worst conflict that Jacobs faces. But her daily life is also a constant struggle with the feelings of hopelessness that go along with being treated as a piece of property rather than a human being. I highly recommend this book for several reasons. For readers who love suspense, the memoir is filled with danger and excitement. Jacobs encounters many setbacks, and you do not find out until the very end if she succeeds in becoming free. Jacobs also brings her characters to life in a way that the reader really hates them or loves them. And, for readers who love history, the book provides a detailed look at a shameful period in American history.

After hearing about several topics & books celebrating Black History month (February), I noticed that Amazon offered variations for excellent prices. Dover Thrift Editions were available for practically every option I searched. Of the books purchased, all were Dover Thrift paperbacks that arrived on time and in perfect condition. From those purchased, Frederick Douglas, Narratives from the Underground Railroad and Incidents of a Slave Girl, I chose the latter to kickoff this segment of historical reading. This story of a young woman bound by slavery to every unimaginable dehumanizing act, which resulted in her bearing children that she had no rights to nurture or protect. Forcing her to choose 7 years of exile to an attic space where she could only lay on her back, she couldn't extend to her full height, she was subjected to the extreme elements of summer & winter, while being inches away from her loved ones who didn't know she was there. Even after escaping to the North, the threat never lessened. This was her existence for most of her life but perseverance & blessings (though strange to say) kept her holding on until final success came by way of a friend/benefactor. Compelling, heart wrenching, inspiring are a few words that come to mind yet nothing can do justice to her story without reading this well-written version. It really made me think about my birthplace in Virginia. The racial injustices that still exist today. How would I have managed such a life had I been born under the same conditions? A short but powerful read that shouldn't be overlooked.

February is Black History Month in the United States, which I want to use to read the accounts of those whose experience so different from mine. Many historical texts are now freely available and are starting to fill up my Kindle. This story broke my heart as I read it, and I encourage all Americans to read the accounts, like this, of our own practice of inhumanity. While I get justifiably upset when I read the wicked inhumanity of the Japanese, I tend to forget that their behavior was not unique to their culture. We Americans have committed many inhumane horrors throughout our history, especially in our slave-owning period. Anyone who refers to the American Civil War as the War of Northern Aggression have no idea of the degree wickedness the Confederacy was trying to protect. This account by escaped slave Harriet Ann Jacobs, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl Written by Herself (1861) should be enough for any modern defender of the Confederacy to be ashamed. The book is long, thorough and demands a response from us her readers. What will we do when presented with these accounts? I will quote abundantly, to a fault, from this book so that her point is loud and clear, slavery dehumanizes both slave and owners, even the church going owners. As the afterward writer says, Her story, as written by herself, cannot fail to interest the reader. It is a sad illustration of the condition of this country, which boasts of its civilization, while it sanctions laws and customs which make the experiences of the present more strange than any fictions of the past. Regarding her father's desire to free his children, His strongest wish was to purchase his children; but, though he several times offered his hard earnings for that purpose, he never succeeded. p. 15 Money did not allow re-humanization, nor did love, because slaves meant wealth in hard times. A slave could always be sold to pay an owner's bill. These Africans were not humans, they were investments, and, thus, were not treated as humans. Notwithstanding my grandmother's long and faithful service to her owners, not one of her children escaped the auction block. These God-breathing machines are no more, in the sight of their masters, than the cotton they plant, or the horses they tend. p.18 Wickedly, the owners felt free to sexually abuse these "investments." When the mother was delivered into the trader's hands, she said. "You promised to treat me well." To which he replied, "You have let your tongue run too far; damn you!" She had forgotten that it was a crime for a slave to tell who was the father of her child. p.23 This past summer, some Republican presidential candidates signed a conservative statement on the sad state of marriage among black Americans, falsely claiming that children of slaves were more likely to live with both their parents than children of today's black families are. This is revisionist history, because slave families had no legal standing and were often broken up, unless the document is referring to slave children born to the owner of the mother... On one of these sale days, I saw a mother lead seven children to the auction-block. She knew that some of them would be taken from her; but they took all. The children were sold to a slave-trader, and their mother was brought by a man in her own town. Before night her children were all far away. p. 26 The tacit concubinage dehumanized the slave owner's wife as well. This contributes to a cycle of dehumanzation that flows from owner to slave, and wife to innocent children. To what disappointments are they destined! The young wife soon learns that the husband in whose hands she has placed her happiness pays no regard to his marriage vows. Children of every shade of complexion play with her own fair babies, and too well she knows that they are born unto him of his own household. Jealousy and hatred enter the flowery home, and it is ravaged of its loveliness. Southern women often marry a man knowing that he is the father of many little slaves. They do not trouble themselves about it. They regard such children as property, as marketable as the pigs on the plantation; and it is seldom that they do not make them aware of this by passing them into the slave-trader's hands as soon as possible, and thus getting them out of their sight. p.45 Dehumanization does produce an inferiority, but one of disposition, not of capability. What would you be, if you had been born and brought up a slave, with generations of slaves for ancestors? I admit that the black man is inferior. But what is it that makes him so? It is the ignorance in which white men compel him to live; it is the torturing whip that lashes manhood out of him; it is the fierce bloodhounds of the South, and the scarcely less cruel human bloodhounds of the north, who enforce the Fugitive Slave Law. They do the work. p.54 Jacobs honestly struggles with faith in God and Jesus Christ, but her theological understanding greatly exceeds that of the owners in southern culture. They seem to satisfy their consciences with the doctrine that God created the Africans to be slaves. What a libel upon the heavenly Father, who "made of one blood all nations of men!" And then who are Africans? Who can measure the amount of Anglo-Saxon blood coursing in the veins of American slaves? p. 54 I recently read the on-line comments section of a southern paper about a racial incident, that brought the white racists out in droves of support for the old days. One claimed that owners never would abuse their slaves because they were too valuable. It's easy enough for any of us to look around and see others abusing the valuable things in our lives, wives, children, privileges, but this cluelss person does not appreciate the devastation one does to one's soul as the rot of dehumanization sets in. Consequently, murder of slaves was not uncommon. Murder was so common on his plantation that he feared to be alone after nightfall. He might have believed in ghosts. His brother, if not equal in wealth, was at least equal in cruelty. His bloodhounds were well trained. Their pen was spacious, and a terror to the slaves. They were let loose on a runway, and, if they tracked him, they literally tore the flesh from his bones. When this slaveholder died, his shrieks and groans were so frightful that they appalled his own friends. His last words were, "I am going to hell; bury my money with me." p.58 This same master shot a woman through the head, who had run away and been brought back to him. No one called him to account for it. If a slave resisted being whipped, the bloodhounds were unpacked, and set upon him, to tear his flesh from his bones. The master who did these things was highly educated, and styled a perfect gentleman. He also boasted the name and standing of a Christian, though Satan never had a truer follower... I do not say there are no humane slaveholders. Such characters do exist, notwithstanding the hardening influences around them. But they are "like angels' visits--few and far between." p. 60 Sexual abuse of slaves was not only rampant, it was normal. No pen can give an adequate description of the all-pervading corruption produced by slavery. The slave girl is reared in an atmosphere of licentiousness and fear. The lash and the foul talk of her master and his sons are her teachers. When she is fourteen or fifteen, her owner, or his sons, or the overseer, or perhaps all of them, begin to bribe her with presents. If these fail to accomplish their purpose, she is whipped or starved into submission to their will. p.62 Not only were women abused but men were as well. When this resulted in pregnancy for the white woman, the infant was often killed immediately after birth. Since the law of the land was "as the child so the mother," concerning slavery or freedom, perhaps it was too threatening to have a free born half-black child growing up on the estate. Perhaps they might actually fulfill the oft-broken promise to free slaves. In such cases the infant is smothered, or sent where it is never seen by any who know its history. But if the white parent is the father, instead of the mother, the offspring are unblushingly reared for the market. If they are girls, I have indicated plainly enough what will be their inevitable destiny. p.62 No one escapes the corrosion of dehumanization. I can testify, from my own experience and observation, that slavery is a curse to the whites as well as to the blacks. It makes white fathers cruel and sensual; the sons violent and licentious; it contaminates the daughters, and makes the wives wretched. And as for the colored race, it needs an abler pen than mine to describe the extremity of their sufferings, the depth of their degradation. p.62 It's ironic that people still write and declare that slavery done by those wonderfully honorable southerners of faith produced happy slaves, content with their lot. The owners response to slave rebellions is one contrary example. Not far from this time Nat Turner's insurrection broke out; and the news threw our town into great commotion. Strange that they should be alarmed, when their slaves were so "contented and happy"! But so it was. p. 77 In fact, in Jacob's North Carolingian area, whites destroyed the simple black church, contrary to any claim that they cared for their eternal souls. The slaves begged the privilege of again meeting at their little church in the woods, with their burying ground around it. It was built by the colored people, and they had no higher happiness than to meet there and sing hymns together, and pour out their hearts in spontaneous prayer. Their request was denied, and the church was demolished. p. 81 The church was their place of hope and respite. They never seem so happy as when shouting and singing at religious meetings. Many of them are sincere, and nearer to the gate of heaven than sanctimonious Mr. Pike, and other long-faced Christians, who see wounded Samaritans, and pass by on the other side. p. 84 She tells a story of secretly teaching an old-slave how to read because he wanted to read the Bible on his own. It was agains the law for her to teach another human being to read. She points out the inability of those owners to read themselves. There are thousands, who, like good uncle Fred, are thirsting for the water of life; but the law forbids it, and the churches withhold it. They send the Bible to heathen abroad, and neglect the heathen at home. I am glad that missionaries go out to the dark corners of the earth; but I ask them not to overlook the dark corners at home. Talk to American slaveholders as you talk to savages in Africa. Tell them it was wrong to traffic in men. Tell them it is sinful to sell their own children, and atrocious to violate their own daughters. Tell them that all men are brethren, and that man has no right to shut out the light of knowledge from his brother. Tell them they are answerable to God for sealing up the Fountain of Life from souls that are thirsting for it. There are men who would gladly undertake such missionary work as this; but, alas! their number is small. They are hated by the south, and would be driven from its soil, or dragged to prison to die, as others have been before them...There is a great difference between Christianity and religion at the south. If a man goes to the communion table, and pays money into the treasury of the church, no matter if it be the price of blood, he is called religious. If a pastor has offspring by a woman not his wife, the church dismiss him, if she is a white woman; but if she is colored, it does not hinder his continuing to be their good shepherd. pp. 88-89 Like today, in spite of the evidence, she can't believe the bald-face lying in defense of the slave owning south. Senator Brown, of Mississippi, could not be ignorant of many such facts as these, for they are of frequent occurrence in every Southern State. Yet he stood up in the Congress of the United States, and declared that slavery was "a great moral, social, and political blessing; a blessing to the master, and a blessing to the slave!"p. 138 When slavery is everything evil and not a blessing, how does any American today hold onto a romantic view of the confederacy that rejected a democratic method of the cessation of slavery and chose secession instead to protect it's inhumanity? The inhumanity included denying the legality of slave marriages. Nothing can inconvenience slave owners, not even sacred vows before God. This aunt had been married at twenty years of age; that is, as far as slaves can marry. She had the consent of her master and mistress, and a clergyman performed the ceremony. But it was a mere form, without any legal value. Her master or mistress could annul it any day they pleased. p. 161 Any attempts at treating slaves as fellow humans was socially discouraged. At the south, a gentleman may have a shoal of colored children without any disgrace; but if he is known to purchase them, with the view of setting them free, the example is thought to be dangerous to their "peculiar institution," and he becomes unpopular. p. 193 After her escape to freedom, she was able to visit England and observe the differences between the poor there and slavery in the south. I had heard much about the oppression of the poor in Europe. The people I saw around me were, many of them, among the poorest poor. But when I visited them in their little thatched cottages, I felt that the condition of even the meanest and most ignorant among them was vastly superior to the condition of the most favored slaves in America. They labored hard; but they were not ordered out to toil while the stars were in the sky, and driven and slashed by an overseer, through heat and cold, till the stars shone out again. Their homes were very humble; but they were protected by law. No insolent patrols could come, in the dead of night, and flog them at their pleasure. The father, when he closed his cottage door, felt safe with his family around him. No master or overseer could come and take from him his wife, or his daughter. They must separate to earn their living; but the parents knew where their children were going, and could communicate with them by letters. The relations of husband and wife, parent and child, were too sacred for the richest noble in the land to violate with impunity. Much was being done to enlighten these poor people. p. 206 Although her faith was weak, and rightfully so, it was renewed by the expression of it witnessed in England. My visit to England is a memorable event in my life, from the fact of my having there received strong religious impressions. The contemptuous manner in which the communion had been administered to colored people, in my native place; the church membership of Dr. Flint, and others like him; and the buying and selling of slaves, by professed ministers of the gospel, had given me a prejudice against the Episcopal church. The whole service seemed to me a mockery and a sham. But my home in Steventon was in the family of a clergyman, who was a true disciple of Jesus. The beauty of his daily life inspired me with faith in the genuineness of Christian professions. p. 207 When she returned to the United States, the Fugitive Slave Law of 1850 had been enacted which put her freedom at risk, even in New York City. When I took the children out to breathe the air, I closely observed the countenances of all I met. I dreaded the approach of summer, when snakes and slaveholders make their appearance. I was, in fact, a slave in New York, as subject to slave laws as I had been in a Slave State. Strange incongruity in a State called free! p. 216 This same law forced Harriet Tubman to change her final destination on the Underground Railroad from New England and New York to Canada. My next book response is to a biography of Tubman. This book by Harriet Jacobs made my groan out loud sometimes as the insults (physical, emotional, spiritual) piled up. I was ashamed of my country. But that does not mean this isn't an important book to read, nor that it is a poorly written book. I presume she had an amanuensis who was able to craft her story with strong writing. It is a strong story regardless, and is only enhanced by the strong writing. I can't wait to meet her in heaven someday. Meanwhile on this earth, I hope I can live courageously to not treat any human as inhuman.

In this slender volume, a woman of the Antebellum South tells her story: as a young girl, as a young woman, as a mother of two adorable children--all the stages of her life are here. She writes with simpleness of language in the mannered style of her period and hardly anyone could fail to be moved by her story. Linda was born a slave. As a child, the burden of slavery was not so great but then she was sold into the household of a doctor and as she reached the age of puberty, her master becomes interested in her sexually. Is it not every man's fantasy to have a young woman at his beck and call, forced to serve his every whim? Our heroine resists this sexual harassment. An older woman in the house, her aunt, is the nurse to the children of the household. By sleeping with her aunt, and various other means, the heroine refuses to submit and her owner is furious with her. Anyone who has ever been subject to sexual harassment by a boss at work will be able to sympathize. However, as a slave, Linda can't just quit her job to escape degrading treatment. When the wife of the cruel owner becomes jealous, she blames the victim, not her husband. The life of a female slave can have no ease or security under such circumstances. For most of her life, our heroine struggles to maintain basic human dignity in the face of unrelenting cruelty from the white family who "owns" her. First the parents, then the children, then the daughter's worthless husband -- the lies told by the slaveholders are endless: promises of good treatment, promises of freedom for herself or her children. The value of freedom is shown by what lengths the slaves will go to obtain it. I found this book to be extremely inspiring in that regard and was left with immense respect for Linda and all her fellow sufferers in slavery. I believe the picture painted here because the character of petty meanness does not change. If an employer is too cheap to hire a worker and pay a living wage then any excuse will be given to avoid giving that worker human dignity also. Every time I hear someone try to say that slavery was "not so bad" I will refer the speaker to this volume. Reprint editions are available very cheaply and it is also available as a FREE KINDLE DOWNLOAD. Highly recommended!

`Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl Written by Herself', by Harriet Ann Jacobs, is a compelling read that provided me with a better understanding of the female slave experience in 19th century America. Written under the pseudonym of Linda Brent, this narrative detailed the story of Jacobs from her childhood in the South, to her eventual escape to New York and reconciliation with her children. Jacobs writes in a strong, clear voice from both a feminist and slave perspective. Her narrative is completely accessible for 21st century readers. In fact, the simplicity of Jacobs' statements adds to the poignancy and power of what she has say. Her descriptions of the sufferings of slaves, particularly female slaves, are both observant and astute. In addition, she displays an ironic sense of humor that aids the readability of this story. For example: "Mrs Flint, like many southern women, was totally deficient in energy. She had not strength to superintend her household affairs; but her nerves were so strong, that she could sit in her easy chair and see a woman whipped, till the blood trickled from every stroke of the lash." And: "Hot weather brings out snakes and slaveholders, and I like one class of the venomous creatures as little as I do the other." `Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl' is scathing of the worst examples of slavery and religious hypocrisy, but Jacobs also acknowledges the best as well, adding to the credibility of her narrative. Powerful, educational and eloquent. If you have not read this narrative before, and even if you have as a student, read this again. Well worthwhile and five stars.

Slavery is a barbaric institution. This first person true story reveals what life was really like for many slaves in the American south in the 19th century. Slave ownership meant for the author that she had zero rights and was forced to do anything the owner or his family wished. There was no concept of fairness, honesty, or commitment between the owner and her. The resilience of the author is overwhelming; she spent more than 5 years hiding in a tiny enclosure to escape from her owner in order that she could eventually look out for her two children. This was a sad period in the history of the United States - it took a civil war to get beyond it. Slavery was an example of extreme racism but some of the message still holds today.

Eu confesso que não conhecia a escrita Harriet Jacobs e foi uma grata surpresa, pois gostei muito. Contudo, o diferencial foi ela retratar sobre a escravidão, um tema que merece a nossa atenção e é necessário para compreender um pouco mais sobre a natureza humana. Essa é uma leitura necessária!

Ho comprato questo libro per il corso di letteratura americana all’università. Non commento la storia che può piacere o meno, ma la stampa del formato Kindle che è pessima. Troppe parole sono stampate tre volte di fila.

日本語の訳文はありますが、やはり原文で読むことが大事かと思いました。とても学習になりました。

Such strength of character. Such willpower. I take my hat off to all the slaves who suffered so badly at the hands of their white masters. It makes me feel ashamed to be white and know what my race did to those poor people and how they profited from them and even today continue to despise them. Disgusting!