The lost art of rhetoric

Such is modem abolitionism and its advocates, a withering blighting curse, a pestiferous excresence upon the body politic, a hideous deformity, begotten by the father of lies, born of the mother of harlots, and nursed by the bloody hand of vile misanthropy; its breath is pestilence and death, its practical operations the destruction of all domestic tranquillity and social order, of all peace, friendship, and good will amongst men.

The Reverend S. W. Brown, consummate racist, in 1852 (Bible Defence of Slavery, 1852, p. 442; #)

Let it be known that things were once said this way…

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s