I was their only servant, and a gracious loan at that. She was morbidly sensitive, and imagined that I regarded her with contemptuous feelings because she was of poor parentage. His salary was small, and he was burdened with a helpless wife, a girl that he had married in the humble walks of life. When I was about fourteen years old I went to live with my master’s eldest son, a Presbyterian minister. The following is an excerpt from her book Thirty Years a Slave, published in 1868. Elizabeth Hobbs Keckley’s story was not unlike many others, except that her master was actually a Presbyterian minister. The slave chronicles are replete with examples of professing Christians who, having once accepted the institution of slavery, were little by little led to a place utterly inconsistent with that profession. Illustration of Elizabeth Hobbs Keckley from her book Thirty Years a Slave One of the most tragic consequences of slavery was that it often numbed the conscience of the church.
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