Overtime this changed. His mistress soon became aware that educating a slave could prove to be dangerous, or at least prove to put her at risk of insubordination. He holds slavery to be accountable for her change of heart when she decided to not proceed to teach him any further. He believes slavery made her hard inside. Slavery made his mistress fear his education; it made her resort to hostility and almost violence in response to seeing him with a newspaper or even if she suspected him to be reading. After Frederick Douglass’s mistress decided to cease to continue his education, he had to resort to looking for a new outlet. He began to reach out to impoverished white boys, trading them bread for the few moments they could spare to enhance his education. Frederick Douglass was crafty, he learned to write through manipulating a boy to teach him what he knew by challenging the boy’s intelligence. Most importantly, Douglass managed to acquire books on his own—the most noteworthy of these being “The Columbian …show more content…
As his slave master’s suspected, his newfound education led him to be discontent with his status as a slave. He no longer viewed slavery to be something that was something about his life that couldn’t be altered, he instead became powered by his rage to further his education in order to one day be able to seek out his emancipation. As a white woman living in a society where patriarchy is slowly being repressed, my freedom has never once been in question. However, there have been many of times where the advancement of my education has been in question. It is hard for most people to accept that the life they have been given is one of a lower economic stature. I didn’t ask to be born into a working class family, but I am immensely grateful that I was. I grew up in a community of kids with parent’s all working blue collar jobs with minimal education. Living in an environment where everyone around you is living paycheck to paycheck provides a sense of false normalcy and security. It didn’t take long for me to realize how my friends from neighboring communities had it much better off than my family did. It didn’t take long for me to envy them. It didn’t take long for me to wish I was born into an easier life, a life with disposable