call it?” (“Intellect,” whispered some one near.)
“Dat’s it honey. What’s dat got to do with women’s rights or niggers’ rights? If my cup won’t
hold but a pint and yourn holds a quart, wouldn’t
ye be mean not to let me have my little half-measure full?” . . . She ended by asserting that
“If de fust woman God ever made was strong
enough to turn the world upside down, all ’lone,
dese togedder” (and she glanced her eye over us,)
“ought to be able to turn it back and get it right
side up again, and now dey is asking to do it, de
men better let ’em. . . .”
“Amid roars of applause, she turned to her corner, leaving more than one of us with streaming eyes and hearts beating with gratitude. She had taken us up in her strong arms and carried us safely over the slough of difficulty, turning the whole tide in our favor. I have never in my life seen anything like the magical influence that subdued the mobbish spirit of the day and turned the jibes and sneers of an excited crowd into notes of respect and admiration. Hundreds rushed up to shake hands, and congratulate the glorious old mother and bid her God speed on her mission of ‘testifying again concerning the wickedness of this ’ere people’.”[1]
- ↑ Testimony of the presiding officer, Mrs. Frances D. Gage, in “Narrative of Sojourner Truth,” 1884, pp. 134-5.
