Frederick Douglass was a slave born in the 1800s and he spent most of his youth hopping from place to place, and from owner to owner in the south. As a child, he barely knew his mother because she was sold to another plantation owner. When he was growing up, he got a new master up north.
That afternoon Mrs.Auld had asked if he had learned to read he shook his head no because slaves never learned to read. We both sat down and she taught me the alphabet.
In Baltimore Maryland on a sunny beautiful day Frederick Douglass walked up to the house to meet his new owners, the Aulds. “Welcome, Come on in. Would you like anything to eat?” asked Mrs. Auld.
“ You should not be teaching him to read what are you crazy it’s going to teach him what is really going on in the world and it will corrupt him. You need to put him to work and make sure he has no extra time to spare. Make sure you are strict on him.” said Mr.Auld trying to keep it down so nobody heard him. “He is a child he should learn to read every kid should learn to read,” Mrs.Auld says “NO HE SHOULD NOT LEARN TO READ HE IS A SLAVE NOT A REGULAR CHILD!” Mr.Auld exclaimed.
It really sank into Mrs.Auld that she needs to be hard on Frederick Douglass. She realized that he isn’t just a regular kid, he is a slave that she had power over, and he should be in the fields working or running errands.