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Theses: how were the African Americans treated differently than white Americans?what rights have we in the free states? we have the "right to life liberty and the pursuit of happiness." we have the right to labor and are secured in the fruits of our labor; we have the right to our wives and our little ones; we have to a large extent the right to educate our children... are these right wroth the having? if they are then they are worth defending with all our might and at any cost, it is illogical unpatriotic nay mean and unmanly in us to shrink from the defense of these great rights and privileges
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