I don't know why my life interests you, as far as I'm concerned, I haven't done anything miraculous, like resurrecting the dead or cure cancer. But if my story can motivate someone to fight against human injustice, then I will tell you everything. My story began as Frederick Augustus Washington Bailey on a cold February day around 1818 in Talbot County, Maryland. I was born a slave to a black woman, Harriet Bailey, and a white father, whom I would never know. They took me from my grandmother at the age of six to begin life as a field slave, where I was beaten, forced to eat from a manger like an animal, and sleep on it. the ground. Two years later, after my owner died, his wife sent me to serve her brother-in-law on his plantation. Life on the Thomas Auld plantation was a little easier. It was there that I began learning to read and write, from my master's wife and other white children in the area. The more I read, the more I had to read. It was like a fire had been lit inside me that couldn't be put out. You see, it was through my reading that my opposition to slavery was formed. I began to rebel against the laws, teaching other slaves to read and holding religious services. After seven years of good conditions, because of my continued rebellious actions, I was sent back to the harsh life of a field worker. I was sent to a man named Edward Covey, also known as "The Slave Breaker." He was known for beating slaves until they gave in to his will, and I was treated no differently. His constant abuse could have broken me, in fact, it almost did. I was only sixteen years old and I knew I could have been killed for fighting a white man, but I couldn't take it anymore. During one of...middle of article......n of the all-black 54th Regiment of Massachusetts in 1863. And yes, I also contributed to the 14th Amendment, which granted full citizenship to African Americans, and the 15th Amendment, which guaranteed the right to vote for all citizens. I lived a great life, with a wonderful, supportive wife and five children. And even after Anna died, I managed to find a second wife, despite all the controversy, who happened to be both a white feminist and twenty years younger than me. On February 20, 1895, at the age of 77, I died. Some say it was a heart attack, others a stroke. I say, don't say how I died, but tell how I lived. If I can encourage someone to continue to fight for any injustice, discrimination or inequality against a human being, then my life was worth it. My motto… Law has no gender – Truth has no color – God is the Father of us all and we are all brothers..