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HBHarriet Beecher Stowe

Harriet Beecher Stowe

Life dates: 1811 AD — 1896 AD

American writer whose anti-slavery fiction connects private choices with injustice. Read its moral argument with attention to historical racial language and representations.

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Life and writing

Harriet Beecher Stowe lived from 1811 to 1896 and wrote the anti-slavery novel Uncle Tom’s Cabin. The Stowe Center identifies her literary work with opposition to slavery and provides the lifetime used in this profile. That biographical context helps readers understand why moral responsibility is a useful subject to explore through her writing. It does not make every circulating statement assigned to Stowe an authenticated passage or erase the separate provenance of archive records.

The opening chapter of Uncle Tom’s Cabin places reassuring talk about humane conduct alongside negotiations over enslaved people. Chapter VII follows Eliza’s effort to protect her child. Comparing words with actions helps readers examine what the novel asks them to notice about freedom and responsibility. Its Christian language and historical depictions require critical attention. Opposition to slavery does not mean that every stereotype or representation in a nineteenth-century novel should be accepted as a present-day description of people.

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Begin with chapters I and VII to compare the language of reassurance with the consequences for a family. The selected optimism saying belongs to a signed historical anthology; neither it nor the supplied truth saying has been located in this linked novel. Sixty-three associated records include 62 contributor entries whose wider attribution remains independently unverified. The profile’s lifetime documents the writer, not dates for individual sayings.

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01Undated
It's pretty generally understood that men don't aspire after the absolute right, but only to do about as well as the rest of the world. Now, when any one speaks up, like a man, and says slavery is necessary to us, we can't get along without it, we should be beggared if we give it up, and, of course, we mean to hold on to it,—this is strong, clear, well-defined language; it has the respectability of truth to it; and, if we may judge by their practice, the majority of the world will bear us out in it. But when he begins to put on a long face, and snuffle, and quote Scripture, I incline to think he isn't much better than he should be.
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05Undated
But now what? Why, now comes my master, takes me right away from my work, and my friends, and all I like, and grinds me down into the very dirt! And why? Because, he says, I forgot who I was; he says, to teach me that I am only a nigger! After all, and last of all, he comes between me and my wife, and says I shall give her up, and live with another woman. And all this your laws give him power to do, in spite of God or man. Mr. Wilson, look at it! There isn't one of all these things, that have broken the hearts of my mother and my sister, and my wife and myself, but your laws allow, and give every man power to do, in Kentucky, and none can say to him nay! Do you call these the laws of my country? Sir, I haven't any country, anymore than I have any father. But I'm going to have one. I don't want anything of your country, except to be let alone,--to go peaceably out of it; and when I get to Canada, where the laws will own me and protect me, that shall be my country, and its laws I will obey. But if any man tries to stop me, let him take care, for I am desperate. I'll fight for my liberty to the last breath I breathe. You say your fathers did it; if it was right for them, it is right for me!
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07Undated
«In my opinion, it is you considerate, humane men, that are responsible for all the brutality and outrage wrought by these wretches; because, if it were not for your sanction and influence, the whole system could not keep foothold for an hour. If there were no planters except such as that one,» said he, pointing with his finger to Legree, who stood with his back to them, «the whole thing would go down like a millstone. It is your respectability and humanity that licenses and protects his brutality.»
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09Undated
Alfred . . . stands, high and haughty, on that good old respectable ground, the right of the strongest; and he says, and I think quite sensibly, that the American planter is 'only doing, in another form, what the English aristocracy and capitalists are doing by the lower classes;' that is, I take it, appropriating them, body and bone, soul and spirit, to their use and convenience. He defends both, – and I think, at least, consistently. He says that there can be no high civilization without enslavement of the masses, either nominal or real. There must, he says, be a lower class, given up to physical toil and confined to an animal nature; and a higher one thereby acquires leisure and wealth for a more expanded intelligence and improvement, and becomes the directing soul of the lower. So he reasons, because, as I said, he is born an aristocrat; – so I don't believe, because I was born a democrat.
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10Undated
He says that there can be no high civilization without enslavement of the masses, either nominal or real. There must, he says, be a lower class, given up to physical toil and confined to an animal nature; and a higher one thereby acquires leisure and wealth for a more expanded intelligence and improvement, and becomes the directing soul of the lower. So he reasons, because, as I said, he is born an aristocrat;—so I don't believe, because I was born a democrat.
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Her husband’s suffering and dangers, and the danger of her child, all blended in her mind, with a confused and stunning sense of the risk she was running, in leaving the only home she had ever known, and cutting loose from the protection of a friend whom she loved and revered. Then there was the parting from every familiar object,—the place where she had grown up, the trees under which she had played, the groves where she had walked many an evening in happier days, by the side of her young husband,—everything, as it lay in the clear, frosty starlight, seemed to speak reproachfully to her, and ask her whither could she go from a home like that?
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