Jacob Lawrence, The Life of Harriet Tubman No. 15. In the North, Harriet Tubman worked hard. All her wages she laid away for the one purpose of liberating her people, and as soon as a sufficient amount was secured she disappeared from her Northern home, and as mysteriously appeared one dark night at the door of one of the cabins on the plantation, where a group of trembling fugitives was waiting. Then she piloted them North, traveling by night, hiding by day, scaling the mountains, wading the rivers, threading the forests — she, carrying the babies, drugged with paregoric. So she went, nineteen times liberating over 300 pieces of living, breathing "property." (1940)
Mark's Pages
January 27, 2003:
She describes the intermittent quality of the attention she paid to me: "I was marking
time, waiting for something better to come along."
But after this insult she adds, without irony, that she recognizes her mistake and wants to try again.
