William Lloyd Garrison Roleplay Script

 Friends, neighbors, fellow citizens —

I did not come here tonight to soothe you. I came to trouble you.

There are men in this hall, I am certain, who believe I ask too much, too fast. They will tell you: be patient, be moderate, let slavery die a slow death of its own accord, a generation from now, a century from now. I say to you plainly — I will not counsel moderation on this question, not now, not ever. You do not tell a man whose house is burning to sound a moderate alarm. You do not tell a mother to gradually pull her child from the flames. And I will not gradually plead for the freedom of three million human beings held in bondage this very hour, in this very country, under this very flag we are told to revere.

William Lloyd Garrison

I was not always so certain. I confess to you, as I confessed in the first issue of my paper, The Liberator, that I once lent my voice to the doctrine of gradual emancipation — the comfortable notion that slaveholders might be coaxed, in their own time, toward justice. I was wrong. I ask pardon of my God, of my country, and of my brethren in chains for ever having uttered so timid and unjust a sentiment. Slavery is not an inconvenience to be phased out. It is a sin — a heinous crime in the sight of God — a sin against nature, against the very words this nation was founded upon, that all men are created equal and endowed with an unalienable right to liberty.

Some of you will point to the Constitution and tell me it is our sacred compact, beyond reproach. I tell you that any compact which sanctions the buying and selling of human souls is no covenant of liberty — it is, in its protection of slavery, a covenant with death and an agreement with hell. I will not swear allegiance to a document that counts a man as three-fifths a person. Let the Union be shaken to its foundations before I call that justice which is built upon another man's chains.

Now — I know what is said of men like me. That we are extreme. Fanatical. That we endanger the peace by refusing to whisper what we ought to shout. To this I say: on this subject, I do not wish to think, or speak, or write with moderation... I will not retreat a single inch — and I will be heard.

Garrison giving a speech

I do not ask you to take up arms tonight. I ask something harder — I ask you to take up conscience. Slavery persists not merely because of the men who hold the whip, but because of the silence of good men and women who look away. Moral suasion and nonviolent resistance — the relentless, unyielding appeal to the conscience of this nation — is our weapon, and it is a mighty one, if only we refuse to lay it down.

I have been assaulted in the streets of this very city for saying what I say tonight. I have watched my press threatened, my name cursed from pulpits and in newspapers, by men who call themselves Christian and patriot both. It has not moved me an inch, and it will not.

So I ask you plainly, neighbors: will you stand for gradual justice, which is to say, no justice at all — or will you join those of us who demand, without compromise, without delay, the immediate and unconditional emancipation of every enslaved man, woman, and child in this republic?

The chains will not break themselves. But they will break. I mean to see it done — and I will not rest, and I will not be silent, until it is.

Thank you.

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