“There may be sophistry in all this; but the condition of a slave confuses all principles of morality, and, in fact, renders the practice of them impossible.”
“Yet few slaveholders seem to be aware of the widespread moral ruin occasioned by this wicked system. Their talk is of blighted cotton crops—not of the blight on their children’s souls.”
Great as the days when Jefferson
Davis upheld for everyone
Values befitting gentlemen—
That is but Mitch McConnell’s task,
Whose party follows him like lemmings,
So drink a round for Sally Hemmings,
For old time “virtue” drain your flask.
So tell me how America
Arrived upon this perilous pass?
Should pleasures of a negro lass
Be codified, confirmed by law?
No, Mitch prefers the other part,
That profits might accrue to him,
Shareholders taking the great skim,
Laborers left unpaid to fart.
Thus he installed a changeling judge
Like babies that were switched at birth,
Working to prop the owners’ mirth,
So he might skip while workers trudge.