Abraham Lincoln:
Are you afraid of what lies ahead for your people if we succeed?
Elizabeth Keckley:
White people don't want us here.
Abraham Lincoln:
Many don't.
Elizabeth Keckley:
What about you?
Abraham Lincoln:
Hmm. I don't know you, Mrs. Keckley. Any of you. You're familiar to me, as all people are... unaccommodated, poor, bare, forked creatures such as we all are. You have a right to expect what I expect, and likely our expectations are not incomprehensible to each other. I assume I'll get used to you. Now what you are to the nation, what'll become of you once slavery's day is done, I don't know.
Elizabeth Keckley:
What my people are to be, I can't say. Negroes have been fighting and dying for freedom since the first of us was a slave. I never heard any ask what freedom will bring. Freedom's first. As for me, my son died, fighting for the Union, wearing the Union blue. For freedom he died. I'm his mother. That's what I am to the nation, Mr. Lincoln. What else must I be?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:22