White Women/Black Women: The Dualism of Female Identity and Experience in the United States

The leaders of the movement trembled on seeing a tall, gaunt black woman... march deliberately into the church, walk with the air of a queen up the aisle, and take her seat upon the pulpit steps. A buzz of disapprobation was heard ... I chanced ... to wear my first laurels in public as president of the meeting .... The second day the work waxed warm; ... and the august teachers of the people were seemingly getting the better of us .... Some of the tender-skinned friends were on the point of losing dignity, and the atmosphere betokened a storm. When, slowly from her seat in the comer rose Sojourner Truth .... At her first word there was a profound hush....