At a young age, she begins to deal with her white master’s constant advances. Jacobs wrote in her memoir, “My master met me at every turn, reminding me that I belonged to him, and swearing by heaven and earth that he would compel me to submit to him. If I went out for a breath of fresh air, after a day of unwearied toil, his footsteps dogged me. If I knelt by my mother's grave, his dark shadow fell on me even there” (46). Unfortunately, Jacobs was just one of many slaves in the Old South caught in the predicament of a man holding her life in his hands and preying upon her. The sexual abuse of black women by white men would not stop with the end of the Civil
At a young age, she begins to deal with her white master’s constant advances. Jacobs wrote in her memoir, “My master met me at every turn, reminding me that I belonged to him, and swearing by heaven and earth that he would compel me to submit to him. If I went out for a breath of fresh air, after a day of unwearied toil, his footsteps dogged me. If I knelt by my mother's grave, his dark shadow fell on me even there” (46). Unfortunately, Jacobs was just one of many slaves in the Old South caught in the predicament of a man holding her life in his hands and preying upon her. The sexual abuse of black women by white men would not stop with the end of the Civil