Okay first off forgive my ignorance. Ive known about Frederick Douglas and his legacy for quite some time....but never really got into the intricate distinction of his struggles until today. While reading the first chapter today, I was glued to the rather well put syntax of his interesting story early on. Whilst reading I recognize just how gangsta he was. Freddy G got his ass whipped contrarily to the regular "tie the slave up and whip them with a leather whip". He fainted while doing feild work, regained his consciousness, and crawled away to hide. His vice-master found him while hiding, asked him what was wrong, kicked him in the side twice, told him to get up, then bust his head open with a gardening tool. Freddy G bled like a river. He decided to file a complaint to the real master so he could be removed from this plantation and moved to another.
He made a long trip with repetivie fainting and sleep breaks. He was fucked up! This 7 mile journey took him 5 hours. When he finally arrived covered in blood from head to toe and his hair clotting up the huge gash in his head, the real master showed a "heart of iron". The real master tried to justify the situation on behalf of the vice-master for some time but soon his heart kicked in and gave him a spot to stay for the night. He woke early that morning, stopped to see a buddy of his and he gave him this lucky "root" that in essence just boosted his head to gain respectowed to himself.
Freddy G soon made his way back to the planation where he was beat and as soon as he got there the vice-president was trying to whip him again. Freddy G ran and hid in the cornfield grass. 2 days later he and the v.m. met agian and the vm ostentatiouly approached Freddy G with the nice guy role. He gave him light orders and left him be.
While knocking out that work the VM tries to sneak Freddy....(O_o)...Freddy G whooped his ass! It started with choking him, then a knee to the balls that had him on the ground crying for help. His help came and was like...nahhhhhhh dog...this fight is yours LMAO! Freddy G proceeded to beat his ass for two more hours and from the next four years on he had nooooooo problems lol....he quoted "The whole six months afterwards, that I spent with Mr. Covey [Vice-Master], he never laid the weight of his finger upon me in anger. He would occasionally say he didnt want to get a hold of me again. 'No,' thought I,"you need not; for you will come off worse that you did before."....THATS GANGSTA EFFRONTERY AT ITS BEST!!!
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Dude was a fucking soldier. I have so much respect for this man. I wanna read "uncle tom's cabin" because today in church we looked at Titus & it made me wanna cryyyy. People just don't understand that when the Lord calls on us to act a certain way, it's special. & it's respectable.
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What you say shawty?