Ain't I a Woman?

Well, children, when there is no much racket there must be something out of kilter. I that 'twist the negros of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what's all this here talking about?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifter over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, o gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and not man could head me! And ain't I a woman! I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, ans seen most all off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, non but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?

Then they talk about this thing in the head; what's this they call it? Intellect? That's it, honey. What's that got to do with women's rights or negroes rights? If my cup won't but hold a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn't you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?

Then that little man in black there, he says women can't have as much rights as men, 'cause Christ wasn't a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back, and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it again, the men better let them.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain't got nothing more to say,

- by Sojourner Truth



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