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FREDERICK DOUGLASS: 

Fellow-citizens, pardon me, allow me to ask, why am I called upon to speak here to-day? What have I, or those I represent, to do with your national independence? Are the great principles of political freedom and of natural justice, embodied in that Declaration of Independence, extended to us? And am I, therefore, called upon to bring our humble offering to the national altar, and to confess the benefits and express devout gratitude for the blessings resulting from your independence to us?

I am not included within the pale of this glorious anniversary! Your high independence only reveals the immeasurable distance between us. The blessings in which you this day rejoice are not enjoyed in common. The rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity, and independence bequeathed by your fathers is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought life and healing to you has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth of July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony. Do you mean, citizens, to mock me, by asking me to speak today?

What, to the American slave, is your Fourth of July? I answer: a day that reveals to him, more than all other days of the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is a constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants, brass fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are, to Him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy—a thin veil to cover up crimes that would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation of the earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of these United States at this very hour.

At a time like this, scorching irony, not convincing argument, is needed. O! had I the ability, and could reach the nation’s ear, I would, to-day, pour forth a stream, a fiery stream of biting ridicule, blasting reproach, withering sarcasm, and stern rebuke. For it is not light that is needed, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, the earthquake. The feeling of the nation must be quickened; the conscience of the nation must be roused; the propriety of the nation must be startled; the hypocrisy of the nation must be exposed; and the crimes against God and man must be proclaimed and denounced.

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The Meaning of July Fourth for the Negro, written by abolitionist and former slave: Frederick Douglass. Frederick Douglass presented this speech on July 5, 1852 in Rochester, NY. This speech concludes with a poem, a peace prayer, written by William Lloyd Garrison. 

What to the slave is the fourth of July?

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Florida Women & Families Economic Security Summit: Remarkable women sharing powerful messages

On Saturday 7th 2014, Center for American progress hosted one of the most powerful women’s summits in the state of Florida.  Women from everywhere in the state participated and shared with one another their experiences and strategized on ways to help empower other women to make their voice heard.

From media training to engaging young people, all speakers presented their ideas or experiences to help strengthen the presence of women in our government and to unite, making Florida a more progressive and fair state.

The attendees were honored to listen to many phenomenal women who displayed knowledge, respect, and encouragement.

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"everyone one’s so full of sh*t, born and raised by hypocrites, hearts recycled but never saved, from the cradle to the grave" 

"and there’s nothing wrong with me, this is how I’m supposed to be. In the land of make believe that don’t believe in me" 

"We are the kids of war and peace from Anaheim to the Middle East, we are the stories and disciples of, the Jesus of Suburbia" 

"Dearly beloved are you listening? I can’t remember a word that you were saying, are we demented or am I disturbed, the space that’s in between insane and insecure. Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?

Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed? Nobody’s perfect and I stand accused for lack of a better word and that’s my best excuse” - Green Day (Jesus of Suburbia)

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