Narrative Essay: David Cade's Journey

In the Narrative of the life of Frederick Douglass an American Slave, Douglass portrays his entire life and adventures. He also explains how it was like to live in that era for slaves and even some of the slaveholders too. I selected to write about how douglass believed not only slavery had a negative effect on slaves but their masters also. In this essay I am gonna try to assert not only my opinion but Douglass’s too as slaveholders changed not only in lifestyle but as a person as well. Also i am going to describe the feelings for that time in general how slavery change the world in many ways in the past and now.

In life, people change in different ways due to specific moments that affect their outlook on life. Like people, characters in books change. Johnny Cade changes from timid and shy to gallant and strong. Johnny is the character that changes the most in this story. The bigger factors that change Johnny throughout the story are his cruel parents as well as a church fire.

“Sincerely and earnestly hoping that this little book may do something toward throwing light on the American slave system, and hastening the glad day of deliverance to the millions of my brethren in bonds … relying upon the power of truth, love, and justice, for success in my … efforts and solemnly pledging myself anew to the sacred cause, I subscribe myself” (Douglass 76). With these words, Frederick Douglass (c. 1817-1895), an emancipated slave with no formal education, ends one of the greatest pieces of propaganda of the 19th century America: that slavery is good for the slave. He writes his autobiography, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass: An American Slave, as an abolitionist tool to shape his

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